At this moment there is quarter-sized bump on the right side of my forehead courtesy of an errant elbow during a lunchtime pickup game of basketball.
I wanted the rebound, and obviously I wasn't the only one.
I didn't call foul because, well, I was too busy rolling around on the ground. Besides, when I finally got up, I was told I was hit by my own teammate.
All I could do was laugh, thinking: "I am living."
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