Life and death in the bowling alley

I hadn't bowled for at least twenty years but I used to be really good and my wife and son talked me into trying it again and after my first three strikes I got carried away and I made a mistake and one finger got so badly twisted I couldn't finish the game. Now three weeks later my index finger is still swollen and blue and hurting and I had to get it x-rayed to see if it was broken. While I was waiting at the hospital I realized this was the prize I had to pay for trying to beat the shit out of my seven year old son and his mother on her birthday Published in The Hold June 2003

 

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