Usually it's my shoulder. BAM! Full force. When up in Jersey, I
had a female friend and we'd pretend to be a married couple
sometimes 'cause neither one of us wanted to date anybody but
had no interest in each other either. We'd walk randomly around
down in the evening or middle of the night, looking for a place
to eat or find random people. She got VERY adept at throwing her
arm out across my chest to stop me from walking across the
street or saying, "Ken, POLE!" 'cause I'd be deep in thought in
the times we weren't talking and... BAM. owie.
