The thirst consumes me, unquenchable, my lips dry and my tongue sticks to the back of my tooth. Water won't slake my thirst nor whiskey or wine. Only the air sweetened by her breath can quench it; a slight glance my way, a casual brush of her fingertip across my hand and I shudder and melt into the floor. Like a dream where you go... Read More
So apparently, anesthesia works extremely well on me...it took me over 4 hours to come down enough for them to send me home Friday after my surgery.
I remember about 3.5 of those 4+ hours, first thing was I woke up and thought damn, did they do it already? Well, they must have cuz I feel like shit and I have a brace on my... Read More
So I played rugby on Saturday, found a loose ball and ran like hell...with one last guy to beat, he snagged me and 3 other guys piled on...then I blew up my fucking knee. 10 minutes into the season and I'll probably need surgery.