Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Frostbite
I had ten of them once.
Two frozen days on Mr. Everest did three in.
Another day making excuses to the Sherpas ate another.
I ate two myself when starving in base camp.
That leaves me with four.
I can't count anymore with one good eye and hypoxia, so it may be fewer.
That college joke comes back to haunt me:
"The more women I meet, the more I love my palm."
When that's all you got, it seems like a lot.
Posted by BlankPhotog at 2/02/2005 11:33:00 PM ::

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