Lucky
2004-04-20 - 11:17 p.m.

Yesterday, I walked into Wal-Mart and stole a candy bar. I ate it, but it made me feel really sick. I went home, and ate a sandwich to make me feel better, but it didn’t, so I just went to bed.

When I woke up, I was still sick, and so I went to the doctor. He told me I had a cold and also removed my appendix. My family was concerned, but I pulled through.

Today, I was crossing the street, and a truck hit me. I’m happy to be alive, but my six broken ribs, fractured leg, dented skull, scratched face, and broken arm don’t feel happy. I guess maybe they aren’t.

The reason this story isn’t longer is because I’m typing with the one finger that is still made up of less than fifteen fragments of bone. The reason it’s so stupid is because I think my brain is still laying out in the road.

Oh well. I guess I'm just lucky