A week or so ago I was involved in an accident. I slept in a hospital bed and enjoyed the various plug in perks of immobility. I am now on crutches-my crotch, and I hate it. This morning an old lady spat at me and a homeless man offered me some change and a bite of his recycled breakfast from a bin.
I suppose legs are like lungs and shelter, you take them for granted.
#21 March 2006
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Get well soon.
Posted by: ken | 11:58pm 21 March 2006
best wishes for a speedy recovery. I hope you slapped the old dear with your crutches and ate the hobo's offerings. If I could pervert Orwell to support your comment; no legs bad, two legs better!
Posted by: sir | 6:14pm 22 March 2006
Shelter in London:
It can never, ever, be taken for granted. Fuck paying 100 GBP per hour, per square foot! I think I'll move to Berlin, bitches.
Posted by: David Mace | 5:50pm 25 March 2006