Sunday, May 2, 2010

day 122


when i was younger, i was sure i'd cracked my skull while doing flips on my parents' bed, and in a panicked voice i asked my doctor father if this was even possible.
his response sent me into a fit of despair, bawling beyond consolation, because certainly i had just cracked my skull and would die very soon at the age of ten.

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