Crutch Blues

After walking around in a crutch (spelt "CRUTCH" not "CROTCH"), it has become clear to me. I have to start my "CRUTCH Monologues".

It may be my "CRUTCH" talking, but, a woman would be very helpful at a time like this. When you realize, that you are having trouble moving your own body from point A to point B, basic functions like, turning out the lights before going to bed, becomes optional.

I don't know if any of you went to a new city and then got their leg injured like this, but the fun stops as soon as you realize, there are 100 slow painful steps from the handicapped parking spot to the grocery store cereal department, and back to the car. Oh you forgot to pay. Fuck it. No one saw you sneak out a cereal box.

Did I say sneak out? Who am I kidding? Or didn't you notice, it takes 2 hands and a leg to carry your busted leg and the rest of your useless body from point A to point B. Which hand are you going to steal the cereal with? That's why you don't see too many handicapped shop lifters. I have got an idea, I will get an accomplice. But then I wouldn't even have to get out of the car. The accomplice would get you whatever you need from the store. No need to steal.

I feel like I should start my own "CRUTCH Monologues". I know I would read it.
-Blue Grin