I think I found a cure

Today was more or less the best day I've had since I've been sick. I woke up feeling great. Nose was no longer runny. Head was completely okay. Only thing I could complain about was this new friend that keeps inviting himself to  everything I do; Chesty Cough I call him, others call him SARS and still others call him "cover your mouth or we'll all catch it." I wouldn't mind if I could just get my day's worth of coughing out of the way in the morning but no. Instead, every 15 minutes or so my chest goes through a 1 minute spasm where I just cough awkwardly. Thank you symptoms of the flu. Bastards...

Had a cute photo op today with the basketball boys I coach. Dressed kinda like Skrillex minus the hair (beanie instead chur chur) but then they made me put on a damn track jacket, #MySwaggersGone. Most people react the way I would expect them to react when I tell them I played basketball. "LOL YOU'RE SHORT, THE IRONY." I always take it in stride. Sure I'm not the tallest dude on the court, but hey, do you feel that sting on your ankles? It's me. Biting on them. Watch your Achilles', players. 

A crappy hot chocolate and 10 minutes later I'm home again. The joys of living in the neighborhood. Time to watch some YouTube videos of homeless people being generally amazing. 


Golden Voice guy; 
Korean homeless boy; 
Homeless man singing creep. 


This has become my life. At least until my body decides to get its act together. Or I decide to do something more interesting. Like go hunt cows. In the wilderness of the South Island. Or tame wild pigeons in the park. SBomb the Pigeon Tamer of Serbia. Has a nice ring to it. People would pay to see that crap, I'm like. Half sure of it. Anyway, back to sleep.

SBomb out.