Brother, badass bouncing brag bombs because basically bombs bolster bla bla but better bargain BIG bold B-words before Blackalicious barks back...

_{That was fun.}

Whaddup! Miserable is I—guilty. It's torture dude. Each morning I wake up whether on my own accord or the puppy wants out and, each morning, first thing I do is try to move my finger. I still can't. My hand is running at 50% max right now. Super weak. Can't hold a 40lb dumbbell. I've dropped my coffee cup like three times now I think. Can't even cut a fuckin pancake with the thing.

My good friend Chris lost his right arm at the shoulder about 3 years ago. I remind myself numerous times a day what Chris would do for even 10% of his arm back.

Thanks mang.