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I shattered my septum during a ski jump . I broke a bottle on my skin and sangria poured out of my arm so I took a few sips. I’m so bloated I’m beginning to crack open. I rip a burp that tortures the audience but makes me feel weightless. I ate an almond and cracked my tooth, so I ate that, too. I got food poisoning and pooped out my large intestine, but I’m skinny now. All this and I still haven’t broken a bone. I’ve sweat through so many shirts my nipples are chaffing. Will someone kiss them better for me?

Seriously, I am fine. I’m good. I nod my head with a smile. Are you staring at my shattered tooth- or is it the large cut I have on my forehead- or maybe it’s my lack of concern. At least nothing’s broke.

Every time I try to read my eyes explode and I get paper-cuts. Every time I hear my ears explode. Every time I fall or get excited I-

Here lies,

Patrick Harwood

“He never broke a bone.”