September 2, 2015

On My Knees: Part 3

On a dark evening in 2003, Andy and I were at my mom's who wanted me to bring books downstairs.  She kept piling them in my arms until I couldn't see ahead, and I played my usual game of "One Trip Adams"  The light was burnt out above the stairs to the den, and I tore my ACL for the second time on my (unsurprising) fall down them.  Since I didn't have medical insurance, I just ignored it.

Have you also noticed how gross the human body is?  Like a big bag of smelly goo.
After twelve years, I am finally getting it repaired again.  My goal is to be able to run from serial killers, or at least dazzle them beforehand while trying to tap dance in Morse Code.