in part because I’m watching Jackass, and in part because of this post by Vman I find myself reminiscing about the many times I’ve done myself harm.

In 02, the third week of August, I woke Sunday morning to a day of lawnmowing in prep for a birthday party that afternoon.

My nephiew’s birthday, to be exact, my godson. I have a large flagpole In the front yard, and it sits in a pipe sunken in the dirt; when I mow, I merely unship the flagpole for the duration of the mow and rest it against the house.
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