My apologies for the graphic nature of this photo. I am aware that male politicians of every stripe lose their jobs for sending images like this to people who don’t want them. Fortunately for me, I have nothing to lose. And no shame. So.
Here’s a little video feature I made about breaking my collarbone last year wherein I return to the scene of the crime and walk through the pivotal final moments before I suplexed myself onto the ground. I have lived through a lot of injuries in my five decades here on Earth, but none of them left me feeling as broken as this stupid collarbone thing. The photo above just about captures the way my whole shoulder seemed to fall off my body, and of course, the purple bloom down my chest just added to the drama. Still, it’s good to maintain a sense of humor about these things.
I couldn’t decide whether this was tragi-comic or dram-edic. Maybe you’ll let me know.