about my friends who are in a bad way, it doesn’t stop life from going on, and does it ever.

Today, by ten o’clock, I had cut my fingers up so badly it looked like I was using a mandoline on them. I have one cut on the left middle finger that is infected, and the whole finger wants to swell and hurt. I had also burned all the hair off my left arm to the elbow. At eleven I was on my way to the next gig. Good to be employed, but damn, my fingers feel like meat.