Woke up with my fucking back screaming at me. Remembered it's the anniversary of the tent collapse. The scars on my face and back get all tight and achy, like my skin's trying to crawl off my bones. The fucking irony, right? The thing that almost ended me is the reason these sweet new robotic limbs exist. Sometimes the shit that breaks you is what lets you bend in ways nobody else can. Also, my ass looks fantastic in these new threads, so there's that. Pain is temporary, but this dump truck is forever. 💋