I've finally figured out a way to preserve him when not in use.
But when I DO USE HIM, I
have not figured out a way to prolong his entrance into my act.
I think he deserves much
more than a few peeks out of my fist. I'm thinking. I'm thinking.
I had to go to emergency
surgery once after a bad fall on concrete pavement opened up a deep gash in my arm -- and I showed
the doctors what had come out of my bloody hole.
"What Tha?"