Bluejake

The last time I visited Staten Island, I slipped on a rock and broke a lens and one of my ribs. On this visit, I lost a hunk of my index finger-- a decaying board I was standing on broke, and I fell through up to my armpits. Next time, I'm hoping that Sam or one of the Nates takes the hit-- but unfortunately, those guys are fleet-footed like mountain goats, so it'll probably be me. I should really start carrying a first aid kit.