The Cane

The cane, my best friend about four years ago when those three Lower Lumbars were really kicking my bum. Badly. It was hard to just get off of the couch. Gladly they have been stable for two years now, this photo was taken in my crappy apartment back then. That complex was really terrible, bad stories I won’t repeat in this space…

7 thoughts on “The Cane

  1. Writing some good, angry stories about a crappy apartment would be part of a cure for boredom.

    • I agree Timothy but I have zero idea on how to write a story. What are the ‘rules’? No joke, some nasty **** happened…

      • You start by writing it down. Then edit to how in makes sense to what your intended audience will be. That’s where the challenge comes in. Getting the story across in enough graphic detail for you readers to get the picture, but governed to be decently presentable.

        • That takes too much thought. Kidding! But I’ve no idea what to write about except maybe the good days growing up on the lake in Michigan…

          • Write about the crappy apartment. Write about everything that went on, and then decide which parts are not fit for public consumption in raw form, either edit them or take them out, and you will probably have an interesting story.

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