Yesterday on the Jones Falls Trail, Johnny hit a pipe that shouldn’t have been there and should have been marked. Johnny went down hard and cut up his face, broke his glasses, smashed his helmet, smashed his right hand, hurt his left shoulder, and broke his left hand/wrist — and cut up everything else, too. He praises the coffee gods for helmets, gloves, his own stocky vitality, and a lot of luck.
He can’t type, so you’re spared pictures of the carnage.
Thank you and good night.
(dictated not read)