This combination of questions sounds like I am interviewing for the worst job in the world. “C’mon. Say something bad about yourself and how bad can we physically hurt you?”
So, worst injury? A really bad burn when I was 17. I have had breaks and burns – I will take a break any day of the week over a bad burn. I’ll leave the gory details out, but it fucking hurt like hell and never let up, it seemed, for days. The entire palm of my hand was essentially gone and I got lucky it didn’t require a skin graph. The only thing that sort of helped was this Silvadene Cream. I don’t believe in taking painkillers for the most part so I suffered the pain. They gave me some Tylenol with Codeine, which I promptly traded to some biker fucker who ran the liquor store down the street for four 22 oz microbrew beers.
“Mr Ego?” Is that how I come off? Fuck, I hope not. I am confident in being a man – doing what you are supposed to do – whether being a dad, in my career, and yes, in the theme of this blog, which is in bed. Truth is – I really don’t know many men that impress me in most of these areas, so when I write – “I say it with my chest” – so to speak. But I am humble too. To me, loudmouth arrogance is pretty offputting in real life so I try to avoid that type of persona in the real world and just let my actions speak for themselves.
I have plenty of flaws. Some physical and some mental. The ones that bug me most are the mental ones. I have a horrific short-term memory; like extremely bad. Like ranking it in 1 to 100, I’d have a … fuck, what was I saying.
I also read into shit too often and assume the worst if I don’t get communication so that bugs me because often I am wrong and I let my mind get the better of me. I have plenty of flaws, from inside my head to my physical body, but overall I am pretty happy with the cards I got dealt.