My Scarlett Letter

This whole shoulder injury thing is stupid. I’m pissed at myself that “once again” I’m limping around cause I didn’t listen to myself when that little voice inside my head told me on the drive to the BMX track last Saturday that I was going to get hauled off the track. Seriously, the voice told me that. Of course like all fears, you choose to ignore them and push thru. That got me no where. Got Doctors telling me that “you’ll be back to normal in a year and a half.” People posting that in 3 months things will be cool and others just straight up laughing letting me know that I’m fucked. So…to punish myself even more, I’m choosing to run a Scarlett Letter in the form of a mustache. This shitbag facial accessory will be dawned till things are feeling aw right with the wing. I’m thinking that the “chevron” is going to be my style.