He got me right as I was about to take my very first swing at tennis last night. That shit hurt. And, I couldn’t stop, there was nobody to pity me or help me… I was left to suffer in silence and keep right on playing without even a second’s pause. It swelled up and stung like a bitch. I’m talking my whole forearm was bright red and swollen. I wanted my mommy. Or for Avery to hug and kiss on me… That always makes me feel better. At least I had something to blame my poorly played first half of the match on… That ^^^ motherlovin’ hornet.