For 291 Days, with several weeks in between, I Wore Casts On My Left Arm

The Scar Today, The Torture in Holy Cross, The Scene of The Cruime

As I progress through the timeline, I'm showing what businesses existed on either side of 55th Street back in 1989, and a photo of me in the early days of the bones mending. Ice and fire is how everybody explains it, and as much as it contradicts everything, it is true. And more angled shots of the big scar.

The One That Counts: 18 Mar 89

Hit by a car at 55th & Fairfield on a cold and icy day. Both bones knocked out of my left arm, four operations, seven casts, an impressive scar and a stupid shape to my left arm.