On how things seem after a bike crash; the joy of not breaking anything, the reminders in the cuts, bits of dirt and pebbles getting pushed out of my palms as the skin recovers
Movie: Crash, the James Spader/Holly Hunter one. I haven't seen it but I remember they crash on purpose, which I don't feel a need to do. And I have only seen part of the Haggis Crash; if I wanted to see bad Robert Altman I'd watch Dr. T and the Women. Aha! a funny.
Book: Spent, of course. Dumb theory of Miller that people who cut themselves may be doing it as a display of their strong physical health.
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