Coming Home Tomorrow
Me and friend Bonnie at Big Pink, a restaurant in South Beach.
Gooch and Mike bike in Oleta River State Park.
I fell endo styled while mountain biking.
I went down a steep incline on my rented mountain bike and went over the handlebars, landing on my head and shoulder, rolling and sitting up in time for the mountain bike to land on my head, cracking the shell of my helmet. My arm is more comfortable at a 90 degree angle, thanks to my swollen elbow. I look like a drunken Napoleon. I'm in mellow mode for the rest of the trip, going souvenir shopping, hanging out in a cafe or so. I love Miami, but looking forward to getting home.
"If I was Jesus, this is what the Shroud of Turin would look like."
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