shin splintz

I'm injured.  My soul is injured.  The bone of the soul of my shin.  I'm a jock.  I have a sports injury.  Tell everyone, all the attractive ones.  I'm a jock now.  I have the jacket. Tell your neighbor; tell her mom.  It's horrible, I can't run.  I have flat feet, flat as the earth is round.  Flat!  Don't tell anyone.  I keep dreaming about drugs.  I need to run.  I tried the biking machine, it's right behind the stairmaster, so I kept having to pray when I caught myself; and when I turn my head it's the ellipsis machine, and that looks like sex, too.  I need to run, in the corner I liked to run, off to myself, where I can't look around, and they can stare at my ass.  At least I can still go swimming, I think.  But my leg! It's a hurt's nest.  Tell the doctor!  Tell his son. Tell him, I'm a jock.  Tell the hot ones.  I have the jacket.  We hate Valley High.

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- I can help you; I'm a doctor.

- You're a doctor?

- Man, I said I'm a doctor!"