Jiminy Click

My recent absence is for good reason. I'm working on another large article. Once again about skating, helmets, and, of course, my battered brain.

Last night Aimee and I went to a new Tapas restaurant by our house. We ordered a few appetizers. She drank some glasses of wine and I had a few beers. We started talking about the article and my beginning outline. I told her my idea to start out with that clicking sound inside my head, the one that sounds when the pieces of skull rub against one another. She liked the idea.

We ordered another round and talked more. We spoke about how sometimes I choose to defend skaters that choose to not wear helmets. On occasion, I still try and convince her that my incident was different than the average skate session. Aimee said it's crazy that after all I've been through that I remain unchanged.

She said she had a perfect title for my article. I asked her what it was.

"Click...click...click until it clicks."

I've been laughing ever since.