Blood awakens the senses.
I have been sick with shitty allergies all day. The Yankees lost 3 of 3 to the Sox, I still don't have a good job and Hot Water Music isn't playing anywhere near me for about 2 months. So, I did the only thing I knew how to do...I went and rode my BMX. I tried to learn fufanus (google it) and my brakes gave, sending my bike one way and sending me to the embankment. The rocks were sharp as fuck and now I am sporting a neat laceration on my right hand, with blood all over my shorts. Now I feel better. It was like seeing my own blood loosed some sort of healing demon in me. Now I am healthy enough to go drink beer. Fuck yeah.