My Twin Companions
We’ll never survive!
Nonsense. You’re only saying that because no one ever has.
― William Goldman, The Princess Bride
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On the night of September 10, 2001, I struggled to fall asleep. My right shoulder was throbbing from dislocation. I had spent the day riding on the back of a motorcycle with a guy I was dating.
I don’t like motorcycles, in fact they scare me, but I liked him so I gave it a try. We went on a ride for several hours through the country roads north of New York City. Holding on to him, my shoulder, which had been injured years before from a bike fall, slowly pulled out of joint. I couldn’t feel it until we ended the ride. Pressing down with my right arm to dismount from the bike, I felt sharp pain shoot down. It was a poor ending to an overall unenjoyable day.
