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Mar. 3rd, 2004 06:49 pmBroken ribs hurt most in the morning. That I can tell you, from experience.
You've tossed and turned during the night, probably woken yourself up from
the jagged edge of one rib or another nearly rubbing through to the skin.
Sometimes you feel like you're going to lose your mind, the constant
reminder of a fight you shouldn't have gotten into, or the flight of steps
you fell down while the mescaline kicked in. Eventually, you resort to
tying yourself down to the bed, like some mental patient who is a danger to
himself and those around him. Eventually, you get out of bed that morning,
dry swallow some aspirins, or Percocets if the doc really likes you. The
shower hurts too. Predictably. Everything seems to. Like little warm or
cold needles being inserted into the large bruise that your left side has
turned into. Where you dallied in the shower before, sometimes even
generating a respectable tumescence with the body wash your current squeeze
purchased for you, now you rush. Apparently, Cucumber Melon's not your
fragrance. No, you seem to be more beer/hard liquor/numinous fiery vomit
these days. You slog it back to your room. Getting dressed is a one armed
job, almost as hard as unsnapping Judy McGraw's bra in the 10th grade. But
you manage. You're a man's man, pain has no meaning for you, until of
course you're crying because you fell out of bed one morning and landed
face down. Rib first, of course. How could it be any other way? Now you're
dressed and ready to face the day. It's nice out. Maybe you bring an
umbrella anyway, the old adage of "It only rains when you don't have
anything to protect you" foremost in your addled brain.
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Date: 2004-03-09 06:12 am (UTC)bangs discussion community, to talk about him and post rock writing and wondered if you'd
be interested?
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if not just ignore me, i'll go away ;)