Diving in the Grass in the Dark...

Trying to still push myself into believing that my shoulder doesn't need surgery, I have restarted my workout that contains going to the nearby school and reliving old baseball situations while hurling the ball against the bricks and diving in the grass just off the parking lot. Its a great work out and sometimes my arm is in unbearable pain, and sometimes its not.

When taking a break once in a while, I'll sit on the bench (I always do this workout at night when it is dark out) and contemplate being in another play or directing a short film set in the tiny baseball field that I look out on. Its very serene and helps me clear my head of most of the bad thoughts that stay up there like a dormant volcano.

Speaking of which, I deleted last night's post for the reason that Mt. Mike's Brain erupted and spewed words all over the northern hemisphere. Words of which nature are rather harsh and unnecessary to be heard by anyone who may be rubbed the wrong way by it (even if that was exactly the reason I put it up in the first place, I have decided against it now).

Anyway, the whole point of this post was to say that I am Mosquito Bitten the hell out of right now... And it itches.

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