Master Splinter
This is a slow month. How slow? You really want to know?
If I could be a Turtle (the teenage mutant kind), I'd be Michaelangelo because he's the fun-time guy or Leonardo because he's the leader. Donatello would be alright, too, because he's so loyal. But, I'd probably end up as Raphael, the moody one who pouts all the time because he can't be in charge. It's because you're moody, man!
Whichever Turtle I'd be, I'd get to eat pizza (and nothing else), crack witty jokes (you know you laugh) and possess better fighting skills than any freakishly large reptile should have. Fortunately, I don't have to be a Turtle to have my own Master Splinter. One difference: Theirs is a rat. Mine is piece of wood stuck in my finger.
I've been living and learning from it for a week now. I've come to accept it and become one with it. No, for real, I can't get the damn thing out. My finger hasn't fallen out yet, but wait, there's more positive news! It hasn't turned blue or any other non-skin color. It doesn't hurt and it may actually accentuate the strange double jointed-ness I was born with. Thanks, Mom! Or Dad!
No, my mom. I blame my mom.
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