The boredom finally has set in since being on disability, so I'm finally writing that damned book everybody's been on m to write. Chapter one is almost done and I'm taking my usual "brutal truth" manner. Man, I really was a real bastard sometimes. I'll be writing the story of when I was on my month long, throw my life in the blender and hit frappe', bike trip to Jersey and all of that. There are many whos' names will be changed, so those of you who were involved won't be implicated in my story of epic lunacy. I'm finding the whole process a bit cathartic, especially when writing my "brutal truth" hurts me the most. Besides, I always have to do things and this is no exception. I have been doing this using only my left hand because the right one is still immobile. Oh, forgot to mention, I'm right handed. I'll start on chapter two tomorrow.