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?

2 thoughts on “The Guy”

  1. Dude, you’re freaking hilarious!! Your blogs rock!! He ate the dog oreos?? Hey is the knuckle ok?

  2. Dude, you’re freaking hilarious!! Your blogs rock!! He ate the dog oreos?? Hey is the knuckle ok?

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