Headgear: Consecutive Story 1033

I have a limp that reminds me I get in trouble thinking.

I sat here thinking that the kid who delivers my meals thinks I must be some loser who sits in his chair all day.

Then I started thinking he was late with my food.

Then I started getting mad and mad makes my hip hurt, don't ask me why, or how.

Scratching at the dirt underneath my nails, nails that ha…