The Guy

In my continuing attempt to make my blog more like “me,” I am trying to write things here that seem more random and part of my flow than these arrogant assface posts I do a lot of the time.

I sustained two minor physical injuries today. First, I opened up my right index knuckle in some exciting and mysterious way. I was just walking from the office to the bank and realized there was blood all over my right hand. Like dripping out of me. How cool this was. I traced the source to my knuckle and immediately began wondering if I’d ruined my new white soft Beene shirt which I wore today for the first time ever. I vaguely remembered sometime in the last 2-3 minutes having collided with the edge of something but could not remember what. There was no pain until I realized how deeply I’d gouged myself. It was a fairly deep puncture wound but very small, as if someone had driven into the knuckle with a small corkscrew. Anyway, I went bleeding into Cambridge Trust sucking my finger and the branch treasurer came out to greet me and that was nice and then I told the very cute teller the story about the time my old buddy John Miller and I planted dog oreos near Jim Bryant’s desk to see if he would eat them. He did.

I forgot what the second injury was. I guess that’s good?