THE BOW OUT

It’s been days since I’ve rambled off the adventures of “Vinnie and the Heinous Gallbladder.” Hmm change Vinnie to Harry and I think we can keep that series going. Any balls, I was released Monday morning and with help from loved ones and the hospital I made my way to Hampton Inn. I made my farewell to Poudre and the incredible staff, Meghan, Suzie, Jessica from billing (and our awesome chat), Lindsey, Jake and many other dope individuals. I kept my pump warm while I was at the hotel. I checked in like a breeze and passed right out. I woke up later in the evening and decided to shop for some sundries and eats. Kind of a mistake. I had to walk half a block but in the 15 degree weather and crazy gusts, it could have just as well been a mile. But I snagged up some soup, apple juice and some other miscellaneous grub, popped some Narco and called it a night.

Tuesday was a blur with Giselle, sleep, movies, losing my nerve on an old man and venting. But today finally came and I’m glad because it’s been rough. My days have been lonely and it’s a bit strange being completely alone. I normally keep to myself and don’t like people around, but this is a different feeling entirely. I found myself hanging out a starbucks trying to spark up a conversation with your garden variety passer-byer. I just needed that connection, but I miss my favorites back home. Thank goodness for the flight later tonight.

The good news is that I’m feeling tip top and I could probably finish the race with the RAW crew but I would be the special needs kid and I’m not a hundy that those needs could be obliged. So I’m asking my trainer to throw in the towel and I’m goin goin, back back to Cali Cali where I frequently floss hoes at Roscoe’s… Or at least Biggie did. I can’t wait.