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.
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.
|Have you also noticed how gross the human body is? Like a big bag of smelly goo.|