Still shambling the streets of the city Nelson Algren defined, I am the Monster in a madhouse refined. Burma Shave.
Monday, March 15, 2010
The Time I Fell on The Metra Tracks
That would be earlier tonight. Why? Because the Arlington Heights station is in complete darkness! I was trying to see which direction Chicago was--because I had no intention of going to Crystal Lake--and fell directly onto the tracks like an idiot. Of course, this might just be karma in relation to the first scene in the novel I am currently working on. I am at a loss as to the nice parallel lines and I have no idea if the next layer of skin from the surface looks like this, or if its just a weird fluke. Also, the swelling isn't bad yet, but tomorrow night, after another trip to Arlington Heights, I shall tell you why I was there, as well as show you two bruises on my right knee that are just now turning blue.
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I've got a scar at almost exactly that place on my right hand. It comes from putting my palm to the highway first in one of my bike wrecks.
Yeeouch.
Hey, that looks almost identical to an injury I got as a kid when I tripped on the sidewalk. I got a circular piece of skin just ripped neatly off, as if it was a blister, exposing the red flesh beneath. Weird.
Take care. :-)
Last time I saw an abrasion like that was on The X-Files.
Karma. Yes! That makes sense!
You fall down the way I did when I was between the ages of eight and eleven. I would fall down regularly and smash my flesh generally against hard and/or sharp objects. Mainly the ground studded with rocks.
I still fall down like that, but not nearly so often. I suspect I have a few more years before I revert.
Karma?
There's always litigation, the great American pastime. :P
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