(You will need to reverse this post with the last post if you want to read the REVERSE posts in order.)

My foot was not broken. Luke checked it out at the garage where my car was towed. If you could see my foot right now, you wouldn’t be able to tell it was run over by my car. I’ve heard about cars running over people’s feet and I always imagined the foot bones being crushed into miniature pieces. I don’t have a Hummer, it’s a Jag, but still I have no explanation mathematically why my foot isn’t crushed. I’m very happy it is not, let me make that clear. But still, I wonder. If anyone has any ideas about why my foot was not crushed under the weight of my car, please contact me through this site. All I have to do is look at a sharp edge and I bruise… but yet, well you know the story.

John, the hippie mechanic who is working on my gears, will be finished with my car in the morning then I will drive back to the desert just in time for a long weekend of working on my new novel.

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