I'm havign a little trougle typing today. My fingers
are fycjhed uyp. There are bandafes on sonme ofy thenm, (Okay, I'll start using spell check) both hands are sore, and I might
even have some broken bones. I fell again.
I was walking little Scout when she stopped to poop in
the middle of somebody's lawn. Like a good citizen I stepped in there and
snatched up that turd with one of my doggy poo bags. As I was walking off the
lawn, while tying up the end of the poo bag, I stepped on the brick border
twisting my ankle. I slammed down on the concrete sidewalk like two hundred
pounds of potatoes dropped from the Sears Tower (Yes, I know it's not called that anymore and the Sox don't play in
Comisky Park). Pain shot through my body, and I immediately broke out in a
chorus of fucks. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck, fuck..... "
and on and on for about three minutes. Blood was immediately apparent. I had
ripped part of the tip of one finger off, and blood was gushing from a couple
of my other fingers. As Scout licked my face and the blood off the sidewalk,
people were riding by on bicycles, walking by on the way to work, and driving
by. Not one of those assholes stopped to see if I was okay. Oh sure, maybe the
madman screaming obscenities caused them to shy away, but there was blood. It
should have been obvious that something was wrong. Anyway, after about three or
four minutes I was able to roll over and pull myself up. I was a mess. Oh, and
that bag of dog shit that I was tying up as I fell? I found it as I rolled
over, smashed on the sidewalk under me.
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