Usually when I collide with the gravel, my first concern is not my general well-being, but rather whether or not my clothes are intact. This isn't really from a fashion perspective, I suppose, as much as an economical one, since I would really prefer not to have to buy new clothes all the time when they become smeared with blood and grated.
Nowadays, I tend to be more concerned that my tattoo artist will kill me if I get too many chunks of broken glass lodged into my arm, her handiwork.
But despite it all, the fs feeble stall and the fs fastplant on the bank was worth the holes in my shirts, shoes and palms. And the pothole in my pride is patched up, after having been impaled on the merciless barbs of the 8 year olds at the skatepark.
Nowadays, I tend to be more concerned that my tattoo artist will kill me if I get too many chunks of broken glass lodged into my arm, her handiwork.
But despite it all, the fs feeble stall and the fs fastplant on the bank was worth the holes in my shirts, shoes and palms. And the pothole in my pride is patched up, after having been impaled on the merciless barbs of the 8 year olds at the skatepark.
your tattoo artist approves this blog. and also wants your arm intact.
ReplyDeleteI thought I was walking out on that limb with a rope, but it turned out to be a kite string. :)
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