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So apparently my broken arm has given me justice.
Days with Vicodin, pain, sleep, rest, alcohol and girls. On top of that, I try to type with one hand and make music with it.
As far as the music goes....if I can make a sick song with one hand....behold the power of two.
Just like the saying "Two is beter than one"
I'm not much of a skateboarder, and my attempt on getting used to a bowl at a local skate park gave me some love from a very hateful skateboard.
Two bones...*pop* *pop*..
I watch it with joy.....and totally pissed off.
With my body in shock I *click click* them straight to avoid future pain.
Damn the fucking traffic sucked. No ambulance for me. Just me, my brother, a car, and some rush hour psychopaths weaving their way through.
As far as my humor was with the nurses....let's just say my reputation was pretty set. I just could not resist flirting and macking on the hot ones. I mean, even with a broken arm.
"I got some medicine you can try out"
I found the trip and adventure....shitty and painful and drugged up and happy with the hot nurse who has been tending me.
My game will never die :D