The Hunchback of Notre Dame

During my three-day trial a few weeks back, I pulled a muscle in the lower part of my back. I was out of commission for a couple days, but started to feel better due to the influx of muscle relaxers, anti-inflammatories, and Sweetwater 420 Pale Ale.

I thought I could go out and play a harmless little game of kickball last night. I thought this game did not require the level of athletic prowess and exertion that might trigger a reactivation of my pulled muscle.

I thought wrong.

Now, it hurts to lean over the sink to shaves, to put on my shoes, and to sit here drafting legal memoranda.

I am getting fat and old and brittle, and I don't enjoy it one bit.

Kate and Joey enjoying a night on the town.

In case you were wondering, I am the fat worm puffing on the hooka pipe.