there was a journal in a box in a junkyard. pictures inside of the girl who wrote it. her name is kristin. in the box were also some of her books, including a collection of maya angelou poems. her name was written inside each book. now i have them.
so i totally have a metal rod attached to my arm. a tiny skateboard could do tricks off of it. also a gnarly scar on my hip and on my arm all the way from my palm to the middle of my forearm. pretty intense. real pictures soon.