i guess i may be sun-drunk, and with my glasses off it's like i'm on a boat or just got off one. i got three wounds on my left side this week, two of them slipping on the same stone. you would think i'd learn, unless you read this blog. i was telling andrew before the latest fall, an hour ago, about how i am adamant about being a dumb american, take pride in being ineducable etcetera, blather of that genera. but it's kind of true, i get by on some sort of awkward slippy grace, and angels seen and unseen. 
by the way mister, i didn't mean to fault your time zone, as it is in fact a kin of timelessness, and a zone without borders, and i join you there when i can, and when we don't have to get in the water but quick like today when it's ninety-four degrees.
tell me, what does it mean again when you injure on your left side? i think i know. the trouble with a diagnosis is what to do about it, if you are just made that way? is the way you're made the way you're injured? or is there an ur-injury that made and made you re-injure yourself? i heard before the left side is the feminine when i was injuring myself there, and i wonder what is up with that? is it because of my dad being such a prick? that's not right, that's not fair, now he's never gonna live that down, it's too late, he don't care, it's alright, i'm the one still gettin injured.