Ferrets and other pain
Last updated 5/17/2023 at 3:24pm
I don't know about you, but I've never really liked pain. In ninth grade I weighed a whopping eighty-one pounds if I was carrying a suitcase so I decided to beef up by gorging myself on triple cheeseburgers and lifting weights.
One Saturday, as I lay on my back thrusting a barbell into the air, those thirty pounds got away from me. I can still recall the event in vivid technicolor-in slow motion, sometimes in the middle of the night.
That barbell came crashing toward my nose. My eyes crossed. My nose cracked. And the tears came. It was my third broken nose-the other two were in hockey. To...