I apologize for slacking but it would not be a perfect ending of a week if something horrible happened on Saturday, just to tidy up a bit. Yes that is my drill, yes that is my finger, yes, that is my finger just after I had to drill it to release the pressure that had been mounting for two days. Just when I thought it was safe to go back in the water, this happens. I answered the call of the bonds of friendship to help a fellow who was in dire need of a pair of hands. He pays cash and I was actually looking forward to spending some time getting my hands dirty and using my cool lay-off mustache. It was early morning, about 7am and I had not shaken the cobwebs loose from my skull and the double cappucino he brought had not begun to weave its magic. We arrived on time to the rental place and handled the lift we needed with ease considering its hefty weight and awkwardness. Basically all the dangerous stuff was in check because of our vast expertise in handling these types of situations. We were both worker bees and hardened in blue collar work. We then made our way to the bakery where we met the owner and proceeded to unload. I released my seatbelt and it shot forward and around and slammed into the side window. It was like an ejector seat type explosion which caused my friend to yelp "HEY, the window, be careful" I agreed and as I jumped out of the van I tried to hold it back whilst closing the door with my right hand and in one swift movement slammed the door on my thumb which caused me to jerk my hand down and sprain my thumb all at once. INSTANT PAIN and purple thumb. The rest of the job which involved manhandling two 500 pound ovens went off without any problems and we were home in no time. FAST FORWARD 2 days later and the heartbeat inside my finger where my clone was growing was telling me to kill it with a power drill....I had no other choice, the pain was deafening and I couldn't hold out any longer. I was crunching up a mixture of advil,naproxen sodium,bayer aspirin,tylenol and migraine medicine like mutherfucking Max Payne...and the pain would...not...stop. I prepped the drill bit in a pot of boiling water which boiled for 10-15 minutes to maximize the curing and restorative power of hot water to germ ratio. I steeled my nerves for what was to come and started drilling until.. "AH!" I said aloud as the drill hit home and the foulest looking concoction of blood and broken tissue shot out of the hole at an alarming rate....I think I said what I said out of surprise, not pain. Here I am two days later with two holes in my thumb and my typing abilities still in check. I LIVE and I await the horrors of this new week, it just has to be better.
"the fingerless sessions"
Is it weird that I listen to such hard stuff and in my moments of pain and weakness J-Pop is always there for me like an old friend that I can't understand what the fuck they are saying to me but it comforts me?http://www.mediafire.com/?qgojjmj3th2
go away I'm still in pain...
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