Uuuuuuuuugh my arm is still sore which sucks, and my new leg is still kind of scrawny which also sucks. Nazé would just kick my ass and tell me to do some shamany thing that would involve visions and herbs and shit, and I'd see the way to fix my leg properly and how to work
through the pain, and Mom would just go "Jonathan Silvercloud, you get your ass back here right now and let me take care of you," and y'know, both are not good plans.
Also I have run out of smokes.
sucks