But no one was mad, and i had a great day at work. Hung over and stupid. I did little work and much sitting and making stupid comments. Great. And i talked to this guy marshal i work with. Told him I was glad he was learning the line, and that at first i was scared he was going to steal my job, but that that was a stupid thing to fear. I think he understood what I meant.
Then I stayed late and we did the first three person close down, instead of the regular two. Then at around 3:45 I was taking out the garbage. I was swinging the bag next to my leg, and felt something as the bag brushed my calf. I looked down to find a cut on my leg, a big cut, with blood slowly emerging from it. I was so confused I took off my shoe so not to get blood on my sock. Then realized that was not sanitary and fumbled it back on and ran inside and wrapped a washcloth around my leg. It was fucking deep. I wasn't going to go the the hospital thought, until Marshal said, "idon't know man, that is like you fatty tissue, that wont heal up" , so I got the rest of the day off of work.
At the hospital I was very calm but talkative, maybe because i was in shock a little bit. Anyways the doc was cool. he stiched me up while i watched, and truthfully I could probably feel it a bit more than I was suposed to because I hurt. Then he gave me some tools and told me how to pull out the stiches myself because that was what I wanted. All in all, that was pretty cool, oh yea and I don't have to shower for a few days, doctors orders.
At home I told all my bro's and ho's.... um yea. Then I sat outside and wondered if it would rain. It did, so i layed in it for a bit, but went inside so as to not get my bandage wet. But i watced it pour for about ten minutes. It was really nice. Big ol drops, that fluxuated, hard then soft.
Now I will go to bed, all my buds are at the bar, and though I wanted to go with them, Truthfully I didn't becuse I don't like that kind of setting, I feel insecure there. So having to go to sleep is a nice excuse.
So why such a good day, or why is my view that it was a good day. Well, there can only be one reason. It is Eric's birthday. Hey Eric, happy birthday mother fucker. YOu Rockj!!! Yea that is right rock-e-ja.
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