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can't use my 99¢ barber shop comb because i'm all swollen up.
middle finger dinged by a devil rooster.
they call him 'Clem.'
and i'm tempted to ring his neck.
'lil bastard.
see, he's a fighter.
kid's got these spurs -- two-inch long spines above his feet.
long, tapering to a needle-like point.
and like the Viet Cong, he smears his punji sticks with feces.
-- his own.
double edged sword of sorts.
you got the laceration, and the infection.
and i got both.
swoll up like retired tennessee coal miner, my finger is.
hurts, too.
nothing to write home about, but an amazingly effective defense.
got the finger to prove it.
