Here's The Storry
Sitting all alone in my apartment in Missouri I really have nothing better to do than put down what actually transpired this past week. So many people have seen the picutres of my mutilated self and asked what happened. I really should've jsut blogged it in the first place, but from here on out I'll just refer everyone to this.
I was riding my scooter to the area I was supposed to be selling in. It was Tuesday afternoon. I remember passing Clint and thinking that I'd better stay ahead of him. I started the day brimming with confidence, feeling that it was gunna' be a good day. As I was preparing to merge onto the 270 North from the 64/40 I noticed my front wheel wobbling to an extreme. My handlebars seemed to ave developed a mind of their own and I quickly lost control of my scooter. I determined that my front tire had popped sp I tapped lightly and intermittently on the back brake so I could slow the scooter down and pull over. This had little effect on the sidewinder like rotation of my front half. I recall making a choice; either lay the scooter down on the shulder of the freeway, or risk riding face first into much faster traffic.
After that point I don't remember anything. I must have decided to lay the scooter down because I woke up in a hospital about nine hours later to a nurse informing me she would be pulling my cathater out and that it wouldn't hurt. That was a lie. Soon enough I gained some sort of conciousness and my friends, I realized, were in the room. We exchanged some jokes and I asked them what hapened. I remember some of the details of my stay at the hospital but it's all very blurry.
They wheeled me out and brought me home.
The only injuries I recieved are some severe road rash on my left leg and arms, Then a large burn/rash on my face with a delux cut over my left eye with some stellar stictches. I'm sure this'll become my super villan trademark scar in the future.
Right now I'm jsut trying to heal from the cuts and scrapes so I can go out and work. If I don't work I won't have any money, and it's gunna' take money to pay for the hospital and the trip back home.
Supprisingly little damage was seen on my scooter. It needs new tires and the engine's kill swith went off, so that needs to be fixed, but it looks actually alright.
Anyhow, that's the story thus far. Feel free to send care packages, books, drinks, ointmet or anything my way. Thanks to everyone who's helped out so much already.
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