So I started the physical therapy yesterday, and that was fun. This guy Jason, he practically twisted my arm inside fucking out, and the whole time he keeps saying shit like,
"Are you ok, JJ?" or my personal favorite,
"DOES THAT HURT?"
Yeah. I wanted to scream curse words so bad, I probably could have taught that guy a few new ones if I would have unleashed on him. He doesn't even know.
10:03 a.m. - March 18, 2004
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