Sunday, 17 April 2016

Flick Of The Wrist

When I was fifteen, I developed these small lumps on my wrist. They were maybe the size of buckshot, just larger than a pinhead. I showed them to the doc when I went in for my foot after Bobby dropped that tree trunk on it, and she said it was probably nothing serious.

So I ignored them, although they stuck around for years, until finally, after Bobby ran his car over my other foot, I brought it up again with a doc.

He got all curious and cut one open.

And that was the start of the Death of Humanity.

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