I wish my short term memory could describe the things that have happened over the last few weeks…Pumpkin Festival cum Job Offer cum sprained ankle…Well, the sprained ankle is where I’ll start, because that’s what I rememeber the bestest.

Sunday, October 1st. I wake up at my ex’s house, in her bed. I leave her room, wake Brando up to find the E-dub. We start drinking E-dub and cola at 9 AM. We leave her house at 11 AM, head to N’Woods Park in Morton to walk the trails. We walk the trails, then Brandon jumps the fence into the cemetery to see his brother. I attempt to jump the fence and sprain the living fuck out of my ankle. I limp my uncoordinated ass over to the grave, we sit and talk for an hour or so. I’m the first non-family person that he or Unkle has ever brought to Shane’s grave. I’ve never had a friend that brings be to somewhere where they feel so vulnerable.

Monday, 2 October

I wake to go to work, and I can’t walk. The pain and the destruction in my ankle don’t let me use my right foot at all. I have sprained my right ankle before, and it has a lot to do with why I can’t use it today. I did my damnedest to get ready for work, but I couldn’t even turn my body on my right foot.