i hate the sight of my own blood.
last nite i went out with my friends to a bar with one of those photo booths. we got photos.
but then realized that the camera was lower than we thought.
so we tried again.
i love these - once the camera started to go off, it was like we were on a roller coaster, everyone started screaming and we all got really giddy. it was beautiful. i feel like we all took a trip to virginia beach together or something.
then today i cut off the end of one of my fingers at work. i had to go to the hospital. one of my coworkers designed a bandage for me which i thought at the time was an excessive exercise in guaze wrapping.
but then this was the bandage that i came out of the emergency room with.
that and a perscription for vicodin.
my work called me later to tell me that they had found the part of my finger that i had cut off. that was nice of them. they laughed a lot and then threw it away. when i heard that they had found it, i was slightly embarassed. my roomate says that the part of my finger they found is like a souvenir. but then we were wondering, if its something you lost instead of a trinket from an experience gained, is it really a souvenir? what is it?
a memory perhaps. or maybe a ghost.
4 Comments:
This sounds f'd up. who wrapped your finger at the museum? how much finger did you lose?
I love the photos above the injury.
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i like the first four pics. i'm also curious as to how much finger you lost. could it be made into artwork?
Ouch. Are you going to get a hook at the end of your finger now? When I saw you the other day, I didn't notice, even though it was after the incident.
Darryl Hannah is missing most of one of her fingers too. Now she can be almost as cool as you.
hey whats going on...its not like i can call you or anything...so you gotta keep this thing up to date...up to the minute...
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