Part of my rehabilitation has been a 2 pronged affair. 1st, getting on my bike and riding outside of the security of my crescent was going to have to happen. That took place Saturday on the Gardiner Expressway of all places. Part 2wo however was going to be the bigger endeavor. Tuesday, TOFXD massive meet @ the Trinity Bellwoods rink and go flip around and work on tricks. My last time there, I essentially nailed the skids, but had not been since my bail. I decided to tag along @ least for the ride, thinking that I was simply going to play the side. Then I rolled in and....
Last night was hella fun and more importantly, I was able to shake it all off. I'm still pretty much @ sea and nonplussed as to how I actually did bail, but last night was my return, a perviously described Clint Malarchuk-returning-to-the-ice-moment:
Back freewheelin with the gang. The weather was nice, and after the call dame down, I just looked @ The Giant, I just had to do it.
Best was that whilst cruising along Lakeshore, we spotted one of the onramps leading to the closed Gardiner Expressway. And with unbridled zeal, just hopped over the gate and just cruised along Gardiner, on our own. Even stopping a few times to take advantage of a sunny after noon with some Canon Digis. WTF??
Was a fun afternoon indeed, though I times I pedaled and wheeled around almost withdrawn, still having flashbacks of the bail. This was like a Clint Malarchuk-returning-to-the-ice-moment after his horrific accident.
In any case, it was good to get out and sorta shake the webs out.
More photos of the Gardiner Gallivanting coming soon. Shouts to O, Just, Jay W, Wes, TV and Ray... And Oh yea, and another shout to City TV or CP24 who saw us jump the barrier and bolt! LOL.
I thought that I would save my 200th post for a big announcement. The timing could not be any better...
That's right.
it's just over 1 year since he last came and we're about to do it again. Last time, Phat Kat came to rip the show to shreds, this time, we got long awaited Elzhi and that MF House Shoes in the building as well.
So we here.
We'll be rawkin out and celebrating the release of the Black Milk "TRONIC" LP. You know w/o question this record will bang.
As well, getting to see Elzhi finally rawk is going to be pretty bananas. House Shoes is always a trip. But don't sleep, he's got soe bangers I'm trying to get my hands on. So man, this is hella simple. You're down or you're not. That's it really.
All the deets are here, FB event style. More deets and music to come later.
Shouts to Heath Blizzard @ Fab Beats and Jay @ Koch. Let's do it.
So... In all the chaos of the past week, I though that I would break the morose mood and get back to my jovial self. It's been a good week outside of the craziness.
I finally started my new beat music, hoodtrnonica blog: NSTRUMNTL2URDVLPMNT or Instrumental To Your Development.
Very self explanatory and a full double entendre
I had a 2 pronged approach. 1, this is a music scene garnering little coverage, and as such doing my civic duty to get that out there. And 2, I've been meaning to start writing more seriously. 1nce upon a time, I used to spend hours putting little reviews together, and my work finally climaxed into a published review in URB Mag a long time ago (Shouts to Oliver Wang).
So there. If any of you are into some of that beat music like I am, or have heard me play out and love the sound of that magic that comes out the Cerwin Vegas, bookmark that site. I will be having some fun with it.
Music previews Reviews Interviews/profiles yada x 3...
Anyhow, I look fwd to getting this cracking as I'm pretty excited. I kinda dig writing. And, If you used to peep this spot for some chunes, I'll be migrating some of the posts over to NSTRUMNTL2URDVLPMNT.
This blog will remain with more miscellany, more megapixels, more qwerty qalamity so, stay tuned! We're here to have fun, no?
So, after seeing the Good Doctor who dealt with my case Friday AM (the one fixed me up just enough so that I could actually leave my house and show my face), he also sat me down to give me his earnest and humorless opinion: I had some serious work ahead of me. Although I did look relatively fine on the outside, the inner workings of my humanoid engineering were far from being hale and hearty
I have a deep fracture that will likely require some surgery. HUH?? Say again Doc?? The chances I can avoid the surgery are not good. Well... that was Doc #1. So, I packed my overnight bag and headed East to see the lone Doc i've know all my life. After paying $1.51/L for gas, I made my way to see my fave doc. His prognosis?? La misma. He even added that my chances for a simple procedure were even less...
That folks, was the Inconvenient Truth.
Man, I feel like I've been given a hand with 4 doubles @ dominos - so I can't call for a reshuffle. A victory is within the realms of possiblity, but the #s are just not on my side.
So what happened??
The red circle happened. Ladies and gents: The Money Shot.
Ready?? I've been advised that this procedure may total $4000. Are you kidding me?!?! No. This is so real. If you have benefits, pls kiss the sky or the ground. Take your pick.
As it stands, this is on top of what was done last week. That little red triangle?? Yea... Without it, I would have been home all weekend. Say wrd.
In any case, this is the real deal. I have an appointment with Doc #3 on Friday as I believe the process towards Pretty Hizzy is due to start. Man, today I fully felt like Jeff Goldblum in The Fly. My scars were just getting harder and more unsightly with every passing hour! ARGH!
Speaking of Pretty Hizzy, I may have to put a funding drive together, college radio style.
Anyhow, my drama continues...
I couldn't just leave you w/o a musical gem now could I?? Here... Dilla said it best, didn't he?? The $. Enjoy.
Kitchen-Aid. She and I have recently been hanging pretty tough. Evenr since top of the summer, we have breakfast almost every morning. Fruits, yogurt, soy... And despite my recently less than handsome looks, my fat and cicatrized lip, scraped hands, scarred knees, she's been helping me out. She likes when I run my fingers across her body... and push her buttons. ;)
Man, need her more than ever now. Eating has become pretty laborious if not just plain hard. Chewing? Ahhh, man, not the easiest task. Been enjoying mostly soups of late. The easiest way to feed myself right now. As I said, if anyone can show me a channa roti smoothie, I'm so down! Shrimp wonton is another friend of mine these days. Spicy is when she's best.
In any case....
THANK YOU!
Want to shout all who have send the kind wishes here and thru FB.
A special thank you to Miss X! You know who you are. No joke. What a surprise indeed. Preciate it. I got you!
I got some great replies and some just plain made me laugh.... KEEZY! So yes, tomorrow I have to see one of several specialists to see what can be done. As most have seen from Friday night, I look as presentable as can be imagined considering the photos, but I have some greater concerns to address. Kinda sucks, but I'm prepping for what may be some $eriou$ly $ad new$. :(
Bails can be fun and safe as my man Skam will tell you, but I also wished that I had bailed on some grass like he did. Nope. Ossington, next to Levack Block. And I should have been home too, but we decided to hit this spot after Beacs. Ahhhh...
"Things were all good just a week ago..." - Jay-Z
That's what it pretty much felt like. Lemme cut to the chase:
Was pulling some skids with my mans O and jay, and for some reason unknown to me, I bailed after a full day of riding with no issues. And now...
There ya go...
These shots were taken after my relatively placid ride home in cab.
So now, Part Deux:
As I walked around in total shock and awe @ what happened, spitting a steady stream of blood (if you walk any where behind Levack, you'll see. It was like someone got stabbed), holding parts of my mouth in my hands, I was convinced by both O and Jay W to just chill and compose my thoughts for a min - after I wiped my bloodied jaw.
So I decided to pull up on a stoop and just wipe my mouth down. Shouts to that girl who was a 1st responder to the scene and who also was quick to offer me some fresh bottles of water to wipe my face down.
So as I listened to the options being offered by my two compadres, I just sat there , head tilted back looking @ the deep navy sky still in complete astonishment.
... clik, clak...
??!?! HUH?? What was that sound?? I turn my head and what do I see...
THIS MOTHERF*CKER GOT ON MY BIKE AND F*CKING TOOK OFF!
Adding insult to unsupportable pain, suffering and clear disfigurement, I was suddenly becoming a victim of wrongdoing and injustice by a f*cking vermin!
I just sat there unable to really utter much outside of "SH*T! My Bike!"
Possibly not realizing that he had bestrode and saddled a fixie, the thief took a few minutes to gain speed - precious time that was used to close the gap as cats chased after him. As my man O and Jay sprinted and were in persuit, this parasite made one brutal error: He headed north on Ossington.
Ossington is an essentially a hill, and you can't really gain that much speed on a fixie - esp if you're not accustomed to one. So, although I did not see much of this part, faced with the very definite and crystal clear reality that he was going to get caught as he struggled to gain speed, he decided to relinquish my bike and make a getaway on foot. My man O maintained the chase but may have been winded from the initial sprint.
WOW.
What a f*cking night.
So wheres does this leave me @ present instant?
A jaw and mouth so busted that i'm scared to sleep on it tonight. In fact, I can't close it properly.
A wrist's that's hella sore.
Headache!
Have you seen the gash in my lip?? Inside and out. And the outside one won't stop bleeding now....
But I still have my bike. ;)
Man... all was going so well.
On top of all that, I was due to host the Wonder-FULL party tonight. WTF??! Well, as of right now, count me out. To all who were looking for tix from me, I'll do my best but I hope you know where I live.
You know I kept the worst for last: Your man has been working @ a small indie company and is void of ANY BENEFITS or coverage of any form or fashion.
Whatever has to be done to my jaw and mouth will be banana$. I was pretty much in financial stupor, standing outside as I thought of what this was going to co$t me... Man...
Well, I saw this dude similarly run this on CNN 1nce, so I will partake in a like drive.
Feel free to holla @ your man, with kind words, gifts or even a donation if you'd like. I have no expectations but I love surprises. ;)
You can use the mymanhenri@hotmail.com as a recipient email addie.
I call this the Pretty Hizzy Foundation - cuz I am so f*cked up right now. I could not even consider myself quasimoto as there's nothing quasi about it. This is full on disfigurement. Plans are to remain @ home, leaving only to see a Doc in the AM - which should hopefully be 4hrs from now.
Anyhow, in closing - I just wanna shout both O and Jay for sitting around with me as I complained and contemplated jumping into my car just to drive to see the only dentist I have known all my life - 4hrs away though. Really appreciate the kindness fellas. Shouts that 1st responder who came thru with the bottled water. I will not forget you. FIRE AND BRIMSTONE on that fool who tried to swipe my bike. I swear....
Anyhow.... not sure what the day will hold for me.
You know I couldn't leave you w/o a treat?? My man PUDGE basically said it best... Listen to the whole 1.06 and you'l see what I mean.
Size med, thinn finns, 1nce constantly bespectacled but now more off than on. Now on 1st name basis with foreign immigration. Window seats if I have my say. Amaretto sour when I play the back, banana jacks when I spark the night, Jager bombs when I'm calling the shots - let's do it right. Family all day long.
