glass!? who gives a shit about glass!? who the fuck is this!?
yesterday i was riding and i wrecked in front of my studio. i was drunk, trying to talk on my cell, get my keys out and get off my bike all at once. did i mention it was 2 pm? bitch of it is is my hand going to brake my fall and landing in a broken bottle and taking a chunk of brian out of my hand. all my life i thought bottles breaking over people really was funny. i guess it's only funny when it happens to somebody else. i spent the next 45 minutes trying to remove dirt and gravel and glass splinters out of my hand. it was the closest i came to feeling like bruce willis in die hard all day.