always wear a helmet

so today, my life takes another unexpected turn towards the tragic.

me and blade were riding home from school today, as we tend to do on days, and as we come down the hill by seacobeck i see this dog running in my path, chasing a squirrel. i'm going too fast to stop and the dog is obviously on a mission; it was one of those accidents that everyone could see coming but no one can stop.

so i hit the dog.

she yelps, and i go ass-over-elbow off blade's handebars and crack my head open on the pavement, breaking the hell out of my glasses (and anyone who knows me knows how scared i am of breaking my glasses). i sit up and there's blood everywhere and it's pouring down my face and pooling on the ground. i'm terrified and shaken and don't know what to do. fortunately, kids at this school are really nice and some really great girl held my scarf on my head to stop the fountain of blood. my white scarf is pretty much ruined, but will make the greatest prop ever at my zombie theme party.

i shouldn't have spoken so soon 2 posts ago about not being the one in the back of the ambulance. i climbed aboard again today for round 3. different EMTs this time, but no less of an abysmal ER experience.

after they cleaned the blood off my face (which i really wish i'd seen; i bet i looked like death) and left me alone, i stopped being hard and started crying for my mom, and then anyone. i couldn't see on account of no glasses and my head was pounding and i had blood caked in my hair and the television was stuck on the home shopping network and my nurse was cranky and i really wish someone had been there with me.

i have a headache, but i'm fine. and so is the dog. and i'm getting a new pair of glasses out of it. and i'm a badass killer who left a pool of blood outside seacobeck.

tits!

i woke up this morning fully dressed with a raging hangover. upon undressing, i remembered i had a rack full of autographs.



drunk kids, sharpies, and boobs. everyone's a rockstar.
i fucking love college.

dramatic pause

riding my bike home from last call at j. brian's, i saw a kid fall off his bike and topple 8 or 10 ft from his path on a hill above the road, falling headfirst onto the asphalt. coincidence, and the fact that it was 2 am, made me the only witness. the kid was unconscious, and i had to call an ambulance.

first of all: pretty good that i wasn't the one in the back of the ambulance for a change. although, i did see the same EMT who saw me naked the first time and couldn't find a vein to give me morphine the second.

second: secretly, i was terrified. i'd never seen someone breathe like that. everything in the world slowed down while my drunkish brains churned the notion that i was the one who had to do something. and maybe i saved this kid's life a little.

third: today has been the strangest, most bi-polar rollercoaster of a day.

to my love for valentine's day.

when i let you go months ago, my heart sank. it was hard to adjust to life without you. i felt like we'd just been introduced and all of a sudden we'd be apart for so long. sleeping was hard, and i dreamed about you often.

there had been others--only one that mattered--but none like you. you challenged me more and took me farther than i ever anticipated. when no one else listened or cared, there was always you. you and me and our favorite music at nighttime; we didn't need words. i held you tight and that was all you wanted. i'd ride you until i couldn't move or breathe, and then we'd go again. fast or slow, we were always amazing together, although you know i always liked it better faster.

it's so good to be back on top again.

i love you, spalding blade.

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2gether 4ever
(now i got 2 arms for holding you, baby)