I’m not sure at this point what’s up with the pinky finger on my left hand, but I do know it hurts like hell. An incident late last night in Boston left my hand in some serious pain that hasn’t diminished yet.
A bunch of us went out last night and had dinner and drinks, so alcohol was definitely a factor. Afterwards we went bowling and had a really good time. It wasn’t the same type of bowling we have in Canada, this was like Fred Flintstone bowling, with big balls that you fit three fingers into the holes.
I was actually doing very well for my first time. I got a spare the first time and a strike on my second turn. Then came the incident.
One asshole decided to try to trip me as I was taking my turn — luckily, I saw him out of the corner of my eye and stopped. I restarted my run up to the foul line and he tried it again — this time I gave him a good shove into the next lane hoping it would get him to back off.
Figuring it was over, I again started my run up to the foul and just as I was about to release the ball he swept my legs out from under me sending me crashing to the hardwood floor.
As I lay there on the bowling lane, I knew right away that all was not right with my left hand — When I looked down, I could see my pinky now had quite a curve at the end as it took a sharp right turn at the last knuckle.
When I looked up this idiot was laughing hysterically at my embarrassment and pain. I know that violence is no way to solve problems, but I was furious. I got up, jumped on top of him and started whaling away on him.
I don’t know if he even realizes that in my rage I purposely didn’t hit him in the face, but maybe someday he will.
The worst part of it all is that it is my guitar hand. How the hell am I supposed to fret chords with a twisted finger? The one thing that takes my mind off of endless hours of work and he takes it away.
I’m hoping for a nice recovery.
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