I went "Mt. Biking" with a couple buddies from work this weekend.
It really should've been called "Taking my P.O.S. bike for a walk." An eight mile walk. Up a Mountain, and then on the way back the bike fell apart so-to-say. I landed on my my leg. Behold its stinging and gooey glory.
On an unrelated note, while hanging out at Em's studio I found this plaque on Sound Stage 8. Anybody? Anybody?
2 comments:
woah.
there's some scar tissue you'll never lose.
have I mentioned how great you look?
-k
Hot damn, that scar is totally going to be braggable! Have you considered the potential false reasons behind it yet - for instance an IED shrapnel wound, or maybe tooth-ed jellyfish attack?
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