David, Lisa and I decided to go to Galveston, the Scarborough of America. In other words it's shit, but funny enough to be cool. We had some lunch at an Italian restaurant that served only American food (corn dogs, chicken nuggets, chicken tenders, onion rings etc.)
Then we took a family trip to the beach. We kicked the football around for a while, saw some black people get told off by the police for drinking, then David and I went into the sea for a swim. It was fun.
We didn't really have towels to dry off so we played with the football again. This time running rather than just passing. The ball stopped, I stepped backwards and felt something go into my foot. It was this...
After spending a good 10 seconds frozen while David and I looked at what had just fully entered my body (no needle in sight) I took it out.
We spent the rest of the afternoon in Urgent Care and now I probably have AIDS.
Don't Mess With Texas!
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