excowboy

Its Sunday
(yes I am a human calender)
Went to Baltimore last night to play over-priced billiards and drink overpriced Red Bull In the land of the UltraHip. Had some Russian guy that weighed about 50 lbs offering Casey shooting tips; dont know that i'd trust the advice of a guy who's swaying back and forth... but she was scared and i assured her that he was harmless, and that the cold war was over.

I thought the Poison sumac on the crotch of my arm (oppisite side from my elbow) had gone away but it was just hiding amongst the healing flesh of a chemical burn. Long story short, someone told me that bleach will dry Sumac out, so with his direction i scraped the FUCK out or the small section with a surrated metal camping knife and then held a paper towel soaked in Clorox against the shreaded flesh, clentching every muscle as pain shot up my arm and through my entire body. I did this step not once, not twice, but THREE times. What was once a small 2" circle of mildly agrivating Poison Sumac had become a 4" circle of burning death!! "Ring Of Fire" IMMEDIATELY began playing in my head. My whole arm was inflamed. ...and while probably THE STUPIDEST thing ive ever done, ive been laughing about it for weeks and its a great conversation piece (although i began to just say YES, that i HAD been shooting up, when people asked about the bandage rather than tell the whole story).