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Here, we'll make it a trifecta:
My boyfriend has this one friend who's just a bundle of weird interests and quirks. Think Liberterian ballroom dance instructor with a blond hair that sticks up, striking blue eyes, and, most relevant to this situation, a gun collection. This friend likes to take my boyfriend out target shooting. I guess that's okay. I mean, that's what I used to think.
But now that my boyfriend is in the hospital with a shot through his dominant hand, I don't particularly think that anymore.
The good news is that Bailey is awake, coherent, and, he has told me, on the good painkillers. I can't go see him until after my work tomorrow, but he sounded confident about the outcome of the treatment.
(And the silly part of me wants to mention that now Bailey has something in common with Wyclef Jean.)
My boyfriend has this one friend who's just a bundle of weird interests and quirks. Think Liberterian ballroom dance instructor with a blond hair that sticks up, striking blue eyes, and, most relevant to this situation, a gun collection. This friend likes to take my boyfriend out target shooting. I guess that's okay. I mean, that's what I used to think.
But now that my boyfriend is in the hospital with a shot through his dominant hand, I don't particularly think that anymore.
The good news is that Bailey is awake, coherent, and, he has told me, on the good painkillers. I can't go see him until after my work tomorrow, but he sounded confident about the outcome of the treatment.
(And the silly part of me wants to mention that now Bailey has something in common with Wyclef Jean.)