What happened to your arm?
People keep asking me. I don’t know. I don’t know what happened to my arm. I was sailing on a sailing ship. I get new bruises every day.
“Land people” get a worried look in their eyes. What happened? Sure, they are big. I’m aware that I look like a beaten up tramp. But I don’t know how I got them.
I like not knowing what caused my bruises! That means something else was more important at the time it happened. That I was busy, probably enjoying what I was doing.