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shit. this monday i broke my foot. not really, but really. when i was nineteen, i tore the ligaments in my left ankle; last year i sprained the same ankle (hey, at least it took a shedload of years). all of this has happened due to skateboarding, inebriation at bachelor parties, or skateboarding. i cant blame hip-hop. shit, i was listening to punk this time.

my life centers around a few things: parenting, teaching, and physical activity. if it wasnt for the last bit, i would feel less equipped to do the other bits as...

you know what? fuck this.

happy saint patricks day. i am happy to be alive, and i am happy that my loved ones are alive and well.