Chapter one, so you fucked up your knee. I like to think of the aging body as an aging car. Once the odometer gets past 50,000 miles something starts to rattle loose. In my case I'm a '61 Chrysler with really bad shocks. Really fucking bad. I'm pretty certain I
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An incredibly handsome, yet thoroughly disheveled blogger shambles into his office after a long journey. RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY: [sets down baggage] RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY: [removes crumpled boarding pass from pocket, is one again amused to find flight confirmation code started with "RTD"] RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY: [sets head down on desk] Ten minutes pass. RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY: [sits up, runs hands through hair] RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY: [blearily rubs red