Ive noticed a change in me since my injury. Im lazy, turning to the vices i have available ie fat pills and ive lost the vigor to read or study. Its like a wave of self pity and apathy have washed over me. I spend all my time locked in my room licking my wound dreaming of being whole again. Going home before Im ready feels like im being born premature like I wont have the strength and ability to present the man I want to be to the world and falling short of that leaves me feeling impotent. iCant wear my wound as a badge of honor I can only wear it as a joke and I think thats the reason why people refused to see the comedy. They only know me as the returning hero, the “Rich White Republican” #RWR I guess they will finally see the sad clown. Maybe thats the person I have to face as well. Thank God my injury is superficial and my full recovery guaranteed because as it turns out my ego is a piranha that will feast with me when healthy and feast on me when caught on a line. I guess I need more than apple pie and baseball to sustain.