You know how it is…………at a certain point you get bored with your own plight. There was an excitement about the accident at the time but that story has been told ad nauseum. Now it is just scabs. The thrill has gone from the bloodletting, as it were. That adventure is over. Time to move on from self pity and once again throw your body into some other kind of harm’s way, ya know?

Well, even if ya don’t know, I am there. Bored of this. Whinging when I lift a loaf of bread, limping when I walk. Cringing at cleaning the burn. I mean, really, how stupid is all that!? Lots of guys take bullets in the shoulder or even the guts and then come flying out of broken shopping centre windows shooting with two pistols blasting sideways a few minutes later. I see that all the time in movies. Not me. I get a little cut and lie there like a lamb roast. For days!

I need to get the juices flowing again, ya know?

Hmmmm………..bugging Sal is always a dangerous game………hmmmmmmm

“Geez, Sal, I am getting bored”.

“Poor baby”, she says as she packs logs up the hill and starts the laundry after having made breakfast and cleaned the house. “Soon as I am done here, I’ll make you a nice lunch and you can lie down for a little nap!”

“Well, that seems fair. But I am still bored. How you gonna entertain me when you are working so much?”

“You mean like art therapy?”

“Yeah. I’ll get it all out for you and all you have to do is sit and paint.”

“Geez, I dunno. Could be hard on my back. What else you got?”

NOW there’s electricity in the air!