If I Wrecked Waves as Well as I Wreck Joints . . .
By the time I die, I will be totally bionic. I'm certain of it. First it was the titanium knee. Now it's the ankle with the plate and the screws. And don't even get me started on how sexy all of these scars will be . . . not.
Oh well, you live your life like you mean it and you're going to end up at the orthopedist more than a few times, right?