Only the coroner will know for sure…

Took a wicked spill on Thursday, slipped on the ceramic tiles while holding my son…had to twist to keep from falling on him.

Well I haven’t been able to breathe on my swollen right side since.

Did I crack a rib, collapse a lung, or just torn cartilage…? Only the coroner will know for sure one day.

A happy Father’s Day to all (with the exception of one human being):

As nice as my wife and kids have tried to make this day for me, my thoughts of course go to one person, and it makes this day miserable…

So “dad”… wherever the hell you are, just want to tell you the same thing I mutter under my breath every year to you:

Thanks for absolutely nothing…

Disclaimer: The views expressed herein are solely those of Eric Brooks. They do not necessarily reflect those of his employers, friends, contacts, family, or even his pets (though my cat, Puddy, seems to agree with me on many key issues.). In accordance to my terms of use, you hereby acknowledge my right to psychoanalyze you, practice accupuncture, and mock you incessantly with every visit. As the user, you also acknowledge that the author has been legally declared a "Problem Adult" by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, and is therefore not responsible for any of his actions.