We were in what you might call an "Outdoor Seating Area" on what some people might refer to as "The Main Drag" when a thin man in a blue shirt walked by us with a bandage wrapped around his head.

"Um...," I said.

"Head trauma," she said.

Later, we sat in the park talking about boys.

"People are so tortured and complicated," I said.

"People are so complicated," she said.

"Head trauma," I said.

"Total head trauma," she said.

Later, I was in a bar thinking about Head Trauma Guy, turned towards the door and in he walked. Should a person with a head injury be drinking? I don't think so. But perhaps. I'm only a psychic. I'm not a doctor.

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