While I sat in my room, the guy beside me died. People were screaming in the ER. And my thumb wouldn't stop bleeding (profusely). My area looked like a war site. But my doc used to ride a bunch of brit bikes so he was a good conversationalist.
What happened was I was taking apart a 6' metal frame with a hammer and block of wood, smacking the hammer on it's side to knock the pieces apart. Someone came to our office and slammed the door because I was making too much noise. That threw me off just a split second. Wack.
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Motherfucking ouch.
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