and the dangers of
absent mindedly picking
at those blasted
“That had to hurt,” I said.
“Yeah, I just pulled too muchand it ripped right across the
thumbnail and all I could do was put this
Band-Aid on. You never realize
how much you miss touching
things with your thumb until it’s
covered up. I’ve dropped so
many things today already,” said Brock.
“I imagine so,” I said.
The conversation turned tohow we all inevitably end up
mysteriously cutting ourselves
while performing even the most
“How the hell did I do that?”We all ask ourselves after discovering
the long scratch on our forearms after
changing a light bulb or taking the
Brock and I, talking about ourmysterious cuts, in the din of a
growing bar crowd. A cold Spring
wind blustering outside.
“Wanna grab a smoke,” asked Brock.
“I do, I do,” I said.