scabs and skin tags.

as a harder man it is a devastating, but inevitable, trait to have. skin tags. just tiny little, baby bits of skin around the neck area. by no means does this have anything to do with real subject matter of this blog, but i really wanted something to rhyme with scabs.

califronia is a wonderful state. i have yet to meet any ladies that are worth the time and energy to elope with, but i still have a couple of days left. this weekend was mostly spent doing graduation type things. it was a great time and some fantastic company was enjoyed.

oh right, this whole scabs thing… friday rolled around and we were in san diego, so i decided to head out on the long board. everything was going well and i had actually conquered a decent size hill. i thought it would be a good idea to really try and work on the skillz – bad newz. this hill was a bit steep and as i turned onto a side street i hit a decent sized crack. i was thrown forward and the board just stopped. as i was flying through the air i felt a sheet of embarrassment placed over my whole body. as i went into the descent i could tell this was going to end poorly. as i hit the pavement my body bounced three feet off the ground [approximately] and flew forward another four. when the bones and skin came to rest i rose to find myself being hovered over by a nice little asian mom. she was worried about me and, because i was still being suffocated by the sheet of embarrassment, i told her i would be fine and scampered up the hill to the home.

as of right now i only have a few scabs, but the are pretty gnarly. if anyone wants to see them when i return, just let me know.

tomorrow night i will be going to see missy higgins, mason jennings and brett dennen. i am excited about that
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