since the night I did a bunch of comedy open mics
with Mike Soviero and we got falafel,
and then I tripped on one of those metal cellar doors
in the Village, but instead of ditching the pita,
I held on to the treat and decided to break my fall
I held on to the treat and decided to break my fall
with my shoulder.
it hasn't been the same since.
it hasn't been the same since.
I've seen chiropractors and massage therapists,
and while they feel good,
nothing changes, and my poor posture
doesn't help at all.
I've done yoga and gone to reflexologists,
and while they feel good,
nothing changes and my posture
keeps getting worse.
it hurts bad today, 15 years later.
so many sleeps, next to differently shaped creatures,
and so many beds, futons, backseats of cars,
floors, grounds, couches, airplane and train seats,
all sawing my tendons and bones
into pulp inside my blade, between clavicle,
up to neck, sometimes burning and sometimes clenched
in a single knot, and stress probably doesn't help.
maybe I will buy a Casper mattress,
and see if that works, after all those seem to be the rage
right now, at least according to podcasts,
or I will just sleep alone on a board,
and use a skateboard without wheels as a pillow.
it is to the point that this may be forever.