I cry a lot.

Pretty much any time a good movie is on. But last night I cried alone about my own life for the first time in almost ten years. I cried about my legs being taken away from me… although that’s not really true. They weren’t taken from me I mean, it was more like I gave them up. And now all I’m left with…is time. Time to think mostly. About the future, what happened, bills, and the likes. Everyone is staying so positive. But I saw it in the doctor’s eyes. His eyes couldn’t lie to me. I didn’t realize it until today but my feet are really jacked up. There are 4 screws in the right one and 9 in the left. Not to mention two plates, some wire, and two huge pins that start out outside of my skin and criss cross inside the foot itself. The worst break is the left navicular which is about the size of a lump of coal. I broke it into ten pieces.

I am not depressed yet but I don’t want to put out a false image that I am the most positive person in the world either. It’s a hard time right now. I’m in the tunnel and it’s dark. I can’t see the end yet. And that makes me question if it’s even a tunnel at all. Maybe it’s a real deep cave. I just want to be honest. Honest with myself that is.

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Then again, if all else fails. I could always just get a wooden peg leg that detaches with a knife to scare kids.

Stay positive, dan

A helicopter buzzed over my head while I took a bight of my free cheeseburger from In and Out. There were clowns everywhere. Clowns tying balloons. Clowns juggling. A clown on stilts had to duck his head the choppers were flying so low. I knew this was going to be a night I would remember for the rest of my life.
The Oakley factory was throwing a movie premier and I had invited myself and some friends. The building itself belongs in Gotham City. Rigid, cold, and full of fake pretty people…and of coarse, clowns.
The movie was about snowboarding and everyone was excited. After it was all over we took a quick detour to Michael Jordan’s private basketball court but there were no balls to play with. Instead, there stood a single rope, rising up to the heavens some 50 feet above. I knew what I was born to do and without hesitation, I began to climb. My friends watched as I reached the top but something wasn’t right…in fact, heaven wasn’t ready for me on Wednesday. On the way down I began to slide. I lost my grip at between 20 and 25 feet high. When I hit the ground I
knew immediately that something wasn’t right. Indeed something was not right … I shattered bones in both my feet and am going in for surgery on Wednesday. So what I am trying to say is, I just got a lot of free time and will be writing a lot more than usual.