Stubbed toes are an occasional side effect of walking. I got drunk the other night and woke up the next morning with a stubbed toe. Actually, I have to admit that it was two stubbed toes, one on each foot. It was impressive. I’m normally not that sloppy. I must have stubbed them pretty bad because I had a legitimate cut on one and peeled skin on the other. I put socks on and went for a test walk. It hurt because my socks were sticking to the wound. I had to wrap bandaids around the two toes and put my socks back on. It worked but it wasn’t pretty. I don’t like having things between my toes so it was uncomfortable. It was also my day off and I wasn’t going to waste it so I manned up and spent my day walking the dogs with my buddies along Ocean Beach and all throughout Golden Gate Park. It was hell on my feet but it was also a hell of a day. I regret nothing. It would have been better without stubbed toes though.
Critically Rated at 6/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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