bierkergaard

Denzel Washington and I have a lot in common. Famous, good-looking, wealthy. Perhaps the greatest thing we have in common though is a busted pinkey on our right hands. Pinkey-in-Arms. He busted his in a basketball mishap. I busted mine on my brother's brick-hard head in a teenage fight about something stupid no doubt. Basketball was involved before and after the scrap. When my brother came to, he cackled that my right hand hand had crumbled like a stomped-on aluminum can. I felt like punching him again but I didn't pack a lot of power with my left hook. So, I took it like a near-man and sulked and stewed. I had some combo of 3-2 (two broken fingers and three broken knuckles, or three broken fingers and two knuckles). I tried to keep playing BBall after my hand shattered and I couldn't even hold the ball. I should have gone to the hospital immediately. Instead I waited about a week and when went I to the Emergency Room with my weary Mom, where I was a semi-regular, my r