Sunday, December 1, 2013

Not for the Squeamish...

You've been warned!

So, last night, there I was, minding my own business, sitting on the couch... when a grenade went off inside of me. From what I could tell, it was sitting about 2-3 inches below my ribcage on my left side. It mostly blew forward, leaving a pretty big gaping hole in front and something about the size of a fifty cent piece in back. 

Yes, I immediately looked to see if it was real. No, it wasn't real. But of course every time I looked away it became real again. I tried leaving my hand on it, but to no avail; it was real a few moments after I'd look away, even with the hand there.

Do I win the title of your strangest friend yet?

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