Last Monday I found out that I had broken my finger. It was broken for over a week until my mom decided to take me to the doctor because it wasn't getting any better. I caught a Football wrong (With my fingertips. NEVER DO THAT!!!) and what Me and my dad thought as I common jam, turned out to be a broken finger. So....6 weeks without playing pitcher for my Babe Ruth baseball team.

Oh well, could be worse.

Death divides us,

~Volthorn~