I had planned a different post but things got out of hand in the real world today and regardless of what my time stamp says, it is 12:39 Monday morning. One of my other blogs (all are pretty much photos, little more), I've been running photos from my 1989 body modifications. Christ, but I hate those Larry King glasses. I came across these yesterday, taken when the plates in the arm broke in half. I didn't think much of it, because I was pretty much mindless in pain that year, but when I went for my doctor's checkup three days later, the nurse about shrieked. The doc, good 'ol Robert Sciapppa, asked me if I could move my fingers, which I showed him I could, then he said fine, let's go fix you up. I still have the hardware, check the photo by Martel Sardina off to the left. I wish I could have taken more photos, you should have seen me shaving when my arm was like that. Well, I still have plenty to do as I stay hunched over the keys. Sorry for the strange interlude...Wayne
3 comments:
Those are glasses? I thought those were Hank Pym goggles and you were preparing to grow to enormous size. (I remember wanting glasses like that-- see also DeNiro at the end of "Casino"-- but it was a time when taste was at its ebb.)
--Clint Barton
That arm looks like it's ready to declare independence and go its own way.
Ow. So sorry that you had to go though all this. There must be a purpose somewhere in it all.
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