Happy Autumn Equinox

Or: Sticks Hurt.

I kid you not, sticks can really hurt a person. Kids, don't play with them. Take my case, for instance. I just came back from a birthday party in Statin Island, where I was mauled by other kids weilding sticks. All in the spirit of having fun, you see.

I now proudly sport no skin on the underside of my left wrist, a nice swollen welt on the upperside of my left wrist, numerous scratches on my arms in general, and bumps; one right between the eyes, the other on the back of my head. Oh yeah, and my right hand was sat on right where my thumb meets my pointer, and my ass was literally kicked.

Then these kids proceeded to laugh at and mock me for letting go of a stick because I wanted to wash out all my cuts.

I feel great.