Ok so I slice up my hand pretty good and kinda tape it back together to get a job finished fully knowing it's gonna need stitches but dreading the wait at the hospital. On my way to the hospital a kid on a bike hits a car. So I get out and start first aid. The ambulance shows up and it would appear this girl has at worst a broken rib from the handlebars. So after the paramedics got it under control I am back to getting to the hospital. Several hours later the doc stitches me up and I see the girls Dad come in and hear him ask for her with his last name so it was a pretty strange situation to say the least.

Now the stupid thing is I get home and immediately start playing pin. Needless to say the dressing is in need of a change. Yep, I guess it is somewhat of an obsession.

You may call it obsession, I call it passion.