no good

Since the broken nose, we have had barfing, emergency dentistry, antibiotics, and then today I cut off the top of my thumb.

This is the time to buy scratch lotto, folks; doing our best to keep bad luck occupied over here.

Well, you don't need thumb-tips to paint motorcycles. Mostly.

Process pictures. You can locate the moment I realized the tail light was crooked - all the way at the flippin' end.

I have taped the thumb back together. The antibiotics will take care of the gangrene. It's sorted.