transit forge journal: a yet fatter finger

a yet fatter finger

almost two weeks ago playing softball during a bachelor party, i took a line drive off the tip of my right index finger while attempting to swat the ball down into my glove. it was awkward, but i made the catch and sustained some trauma to the pointer finger. it was bleeding from the nail and swelling, but i rubbed some mud on it, iced it and thought happy thoughts.

it seems that something must be fractured between the tip and the first knuckle, because it has (for the last 12days) remained swollen and quite tender. in fact, i manage to bang it during every little blasted movement: whacking the tape measure on my belt while shoveling, the side of the box while grabbing for nails, the edge of the door, the freezer pack in my cooler while reaching for a snack cake. each small tap brings back a true percentage of the original pain and makes me think about getting a ”soft job.”

2004-09-08 17:05

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That finger is a metaphor for sports, brother. And, yes, I too sense it. Sometimes I think there was this Second Coming, only Jesus thought he'd do it up right this time, enough of that 40 days in the dunes crap. So he bought himself a ticket on a big boat, a historic boat. People were masturbating over how wonderful this boat was. So J-Dawg bought a tux, shook many hands, told his friends, "Look there's something I really need to tell you, but I'm going to wait til I get back, okay?" and he got on board. Robust Mrs. Polakowski screamed from the dock, "You will come for dinner when you come home, okay?" She had always thought he was a nice boy, one who would marry her daughter. Jesus waved and laughed. He said, "Yes, yes, yes, Mrs. P! I'll be there!" He felt rather alive and wondered why he'd stayed out of the action so long. Initially there was great music. There was dancing. He got caught up in things. He kissed a woman's hand, then her cheek, even though he knew she was married. They hugged while the waves hammered the ship's hull. They looked at one another in a way that said, "Maybe we can make this work." They both had hope. Above them were the brightest stars the earth had ever known. "I knew things would be different," he told the woman. He was so happy, she didn't understand why. "It's just going to be different this time," he stammered. The champaign was in his head. He fell asleep right there on the deck. The boat was named TITANIC.
— Kelsey Sep 10, 12:14 PM #
Shorter Kelsey: "Christ, dude, your fingers are as thick as the Titanic!"
— Yukon John Sep 16, 09:26 PM #