So, the photo on the left was me in 2009, when I weight around 485 pounds. It was the first time I ever wore a suit.
The photo of me on the right is a shitty picture from last thursday. I’ve lost around 150 pounds since then, and this is the second time I’ve ever worn a suit.
I definitely prefer me now to me then. Beyond just.. looking better, I think I’ve learned a lot about who I am and what I deserve.
I’ve changed a lot, the tattoos, the gauges, the way I speak and the music I listen to.. But I’m still the same person. Still funny, still too smart for my own good, still single.
This is a long story. But to shorten it, I was with some friends playing handball in a park today. Our ball went over a gate and since I thought it'd be hilarious I figured I'd try and climb over.
I made it, landed, and it was a magical land, filled with balls.
When I tried to climb back over, however, I slipped and Gashed my hand open along with cuts on my palm and 4 of my fingers.
I was stuck behind the gate. My friends called the park police, and these awesome construction guys got me out in a fucking cherry picker.
A FUCKING. CHERRY. PICKER.
So I got out, my friends got me to help, and my dad picked me up. We were in the ER for 3 hours and I got 14 stitches.
I try to keep myself lighthearted, so when I told the lady I cut my hand on barbed wire, she asked where I was and I said "mexican border."
And as soon as the doctor finished stitching up my hand, he said "You're all done here." I said "Great job. High five."
