Don’t ride a broken bike in the rain. You will inevitably crash into a fence and bloody a knee. (Like me)
(I contemplated posting a picture of my actual knee, but wasn’t sure if the bit of skin that looked like a maggot nosing up through the blood would be too much…)
Eh, I need a new pair of striped tights anyway.
Also, (later in the day) don’t swerve for worms longer than your foot. You will almost crash.
And another thing. Cavan and I hiked up to a swamp a couple days ago to take band photos, which involved us wading knee-deep into the mire. You’ll see the evidence in a couple days. In the meantime, have a fiddlehead, one of my favorite things in the cosmos. If I were to ever get tattooed, I’d mark myself with a fiddlehead (simpler than this one, but still).