Saturday, May 21, 2005

I noticed something strange today.

My fingernail. The blood in my fingernail. It was gone.

At some point during this mindless charade in Fresno, my fingernail accumulated blood under the surface. Deep, near the back of the nail. A large spot, probably accomplished through that silly game of football that I played. But it had been there for the longest time, inching it's way up the nail as it grew out and I cut it. But it had always been there, while I had always been here.

I cut my nails yesterday, and finally, the blood was gone. I cut the blood out of my life.

I cut Fresno out of my life.


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