I had surgery. Nothing big, a bit of fixing some breathing problems on my nose. Was laid up for a while on a wonderful cocktail of painkillers that made me sleepy and floaty. Those, combined with a drug patch on my left shoulder, have left me feeling decidedly light headed, and wobbly on my feet. So my excursion to the Critic party on Friday promised to be difficult, what with the uncertain balance, and extremely easily damaged nose. And then the wondrous Alex Papanastasiou provided me with a cane. My goodness, it was fantastic. I could stroll down the boulevards with something to lean on should the need approach me. And what conversations it struck up! I felt almost popular! Though everyone assumed I had a trick knee or something, but nonetheless...
So, unnatural hate for the world. And a cane. Who does that remind everyone of...
He's my hero, that man.
I might have to start carrying a cane everywhere, just because it's awesome.
You know, it's been a week since my reveal (two since photos of me were published) and not a single person has commented on the fact that I'm Arthur Curry. So much for being a campus celebrity!
Peace in,
-Tripod Arthur Curry
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