caused himself
and the dangers of
absent mindedly picking
at those blasted
hangnails.
“That
had to hurt,” I said.
“Yeah, I
just pulled too much
and it
ripped right across thethumbnail 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 to
how we
all inevitably end upmysteriously cutting ourselves
while performing even the most
mundane tasks.
“How the
hell did I do that?”
We all
ask ourselves after discoveringthe long scratch on our forearms after
changing a light bulb or taking the
garbage out.
Brock
and I, talking about our
mysterious
cuts, in the din of agrowing bar crowd. A cold Spring
wind blustering outside.
“Wanna
grab a smoke,” asked Brock.
“I do, I
do,” I said.
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