Bee Sting

Today my right cheek is swollen due to running into a fucking bee at 70 MPH on my motorcycle. I know its probably not as bad as i think it is, but it reminded me of the movie Mask about Rocky Dennis.

I leave you with this poem written by the real Rocky L. Dennis himself.

These things are good:
Ice cream and cake,
A ride on a Harley,
Seeing monkeys on a tree,
The rain on my tongue,
And the sun shining on my face.

These things are a drag:
Dust on my hair,
Holes in my shoes,
No money in my pocket,
And the sun shining on my face