Friday, June 28, 2013

Reaching for the stars through the blades of a ceiling fan



This is one of your stupider, more pointless injuries. Maybe many injuries are pointless. This one just seems especially so. On a philosophical note, I've found that pain is the eternal present. Maybe that's the point of this injury--I'm one step closer to enlightenment. I have been fully in the now for almost a week. And I'll never forget Luperón!

My adversary in hand-to-fan combat. Note the bent blade. Spin that, sucker!

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