there and back
tahoe. again.
and exactly 366 days since i last rode a shredstick (a snowboard), i ride again, in a foot of fresh with a knee of steel, or at least with a knee that has little surgical steel screws in it. i have a knee with steel!
anyway, it worked, as you can probably tell from my exhuberant expression.
i also managed to get most of my shit packed and shipped and it was expensive. i left behind two computers, a vcr, and a stereo system. gifts.
and let's talk about doctors for a second, because i love them. my knee, they say, is a good and strong knee, though not without problems. there's a pop upon full extension, a grinding upon weighted flexion, and a general unattractive hairiness.
and you caught that i said A FOOT OF FRESH SNOW, right? because there was, on may tenth.
i sang some beatles at lakeside karaoke. all the usual suspects were there. from the bedraggled old KJ, to ed, the ladies' man, and JD my erstwhile doorman and driver of the cadillac after i threw up in bushes, the crowd was a tsunami of shock at my reemergence onto the scene, crutchless and long in the hair.
i don't want to single any of my friends out for particular feats of greatness, but ryan did hit me in the shin with a horseshoe.
and exactly 366 days since i last rode a shredstick (a snowboard), i ride again, in a foot of fresh with a knee of steel, or at least with a knee that has little surgical steel screws in it. i have a knee with steel!
anyway, it worked, as you can probably tell from my exhuberant expression.
i also managed to get most of my shit packed and shipped and it was expensive. i left behind two computers, a vcr, and a stereo system. gifts.
and let's talk about doctors for a second, because i love them. my knee, they say, is a good and strong knee, though not without problems. there's a pop upon full extension, a grinding upon weighted flexion, and a general unattractive hairiness.
and you caught that i said A FOOT OF FRESH SNOW, right? because there was, on may tenth.
i sang some beatles at lakeside karaoke. all the usual suspects were there. from the bedraggled old KJ, to ed, the ladies' man, and JD my erstwhile doorman and driver of the cadillac after i threw up in bushes, the crowd was a tsunami of shock at my reemergence onto the scene, crutchless and long in the hair.
i don't want to single any of my friends out for particular feats of greatness, but ryan did hit me in the shin with a horseshoe.
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