About 10 days ago I damaged my right hand. No bones were broken (save for a few chips) but I dislocated either two or three metacarpals. Depending on your belief system, relationship to me, thoughts on my character, and various and sundry other factors, you can choose to believe in one of the following causes:

a) I tried to snatch a falling meteorite
b) I was assaulted by suburban gangsters and rather than back down I faced a hail of gunfire and punched each bullet out of the air
c) A fence offended the honor of my woman so I punched it
d) A basketball pole sprang up out of nowhere and smashed my hand

I either have used or will use these stories to explain away this somewhat awkward but rather handsome plastic molded cast which I’ll be wearing for another 4 weeks or so.