04-05-2004, 03:53 AM
I do have a baby toe story...
I was still in college, travelling at the time. Doing my studies on the road. I had a beat up POS VW van. I was getting into the van one night as it was raining cats and dogs, closed the sliding door, slipped on the metal ledge, and got my baby toe and a good size chunk of the side of my foot wedged in the door right as it closed. I was not wearing any shoes because I had just gone to the outhouse at the camp site. The door was closed on my witty bitty baby pinky toe. Ever smash your toe in a van door? I... I do not have a good description of the feeling, except to say it was a variatable symphony of tactile stimulation that caused me to utter a string of expletives so foul that the very air around me turned a lovely shade of azure. I had the worst time forcing the door open, as it pinched and snagged my skin, ripping it like paper.
Worst of all, that was the foot I drove with... And it took two feet to manage the crappy POS brake pedal. I very nearly drove through the hospital wall later that evening.
I was still in college, travelling at the time. Doing my studies on the road. I had a beat up POS VW van. I was getting into the van one night as it was raining cats and dogs, closed the sliding door, slipped on the metal ledge, and got my baby toe and a good size chunk of the side of my foot wedged in the door right as it closed. I was not wearing any shoes because I had just gone to the outhouse at the camp site. The door was closed on my witty bitty baby pinky toe. Ever smash your toe in a van door? I... I do not have a good description of the feeling, except to say it was a variatable symphony of tactile stimulation that caused me to utter a string of expletives so foul that the very air around me turned a lovely shade of azure. I had the worst time forcing the door open, as it pinched and snagged my skin, ripping it like paper.
Worst of all, that was the foot I drove with... And it took two feet to manage the crappy POS brake pedal. I very nearly drove through the hospital wall later that evening.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."