I used to be super good at (i.e. comfortable with) being cryptic. I guess it just doesn't feel like enough at this point, so here it is plain and simple, what's going on with me lately.
This last Friday night, or Saturday morning depending on your perspective, I was heading home from a truly uncomfortable encounter with my boss. Really, really bizarre stuff. Maybe I'm being disrespectful in not sharing the why of that, it's just simply unimportant in the scheme of things for you to know the whys of it.
In any case, I was walking either back home, or over to Charlatan's place. I hadn't decided yet, but I was exhausted and frustrated and I'd worked for ten hours or something. Around 4:30 am I was cutting through yards and hopping fences. Like I said, I hadn't decided which way I was going, south to my place, or north to his. I figured the answer would come to me as I got closer.
And it did.
Approaching the fence, my eyesight wasn't that good. It was dark, I'd been drinking wine, I was tired. I hopped, maybe 5 or 6 feet high, expecting to land in the yard of the apartment to my right. There was no yard there. Instead, it was an entrance for the parking lot of the apartment building. So, upon leaping from the top of the fence, and looking down I realized I had made a HUGE mistake.
I turned to the camera, stopped briefly in mid-air, frowned, waved to the camera, and then fell into the canyon.
Okay, I made that up. All except the falling part. I landed incredibly wrong and broke both my heals.
Charlatan, who simply added another item to the list of things he's done for me which I'm indebted to him for and probably will never truly be able to repay, picked me up (literally), and brought me home after I was finally able to determine where I was.
Now I'm in a wheelchair, or crawling around the apartment or climbing the stairs. Not so easy. And I'm not terribly sad about it at this point, in fact it's pretty fucking funny, but I'm really sore and pretty well exhausted.
And there it is. An honest, intelligible post from me. Weird.
This last Friday night, or Saturday morning depending on your perspective, I was heading home from a truly uncomfortable encounter with my boss. Really, really bizarre stuff. Maybe I'm being disrespectful in not sharing the why of that, it's just simply unimportant in the scheme of things for you to know the whys of it.
In any case, I was walking either back home, or over to Charlatan's place. I hadn't decided yet, but I was exhausted and frustrated and I'd worked for ten hours or something. Around 4:30 am I was cutting through yards and hopping fences. Like I said, I hadn't decided which way I was going, south to my place, or north to his. I figured the answer would come to me as I got closer.
And it did.
Approaching the fence, my eyesight wasn't that good. It was dark, I'd been drinking wine, I was tired. I hopped, maybe 5 or 6 feet high, expecting to land in the yard of the apartment to my right. There was no yard there. Instead, it was an entrance for the parking lot of the apartment building. So, upon leaping from the top of the fence, and looking down I realized I had made a HUGE mistake.
I turned to the camera, stopped briefly in mid-air, frowned, waved to the camera, and then fell into the canyon.
Okay, I made that up. All except the falling part. I landed incredibly wrong and broke both my heals.
Charlatan, who simply added another item to the list of things he's done for me which I'm indebted to him for and probably will never truly be able to repay, picked me up (literally), and brought me home after I was finally able to determine where I was.
Now I'm in a wheelchair, or crawling around the apartment or climbing the stairs. Not so easy. And I'm not terribly sad about it at this point, in fact it's pretty fucking funny, but I'm really sore and pretty well exhausted.
And there it is. An honest, intelligible post from me. Weird.
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tritone:
Yikes! Rest up, yeah?
wren:
Holy hell! We've got a family friend who fell off of a ladder and broke both heels and it took him a long time to recover. He was an older guy, though. Anyway, shitty stuff. I hope you heal up fast. 