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Staring at the tip of my Wang

No, it’s not a new country song.

I rushed into the Yoga studio ready to get my sweat on and decided I had better empty my bladder first. I pee and write when I put everything back in it’s place a drop of blood falls into the toilet. I quickly pull Mr. Wang back out. My heart is racing. I’ve been having these stomach issues lately and so I’m panicky. In 2 seconds it is amazing the number of mental scenarious you can run through: Stomach cancer, kidney cancer, testicular cancer, gastroenteritis, kidney infection, E-Coli.

I inspect and everything looks fine and then I see that my hand is bleeding profusely. I’ve got blood on my shorts and shirt. After I look further I realize I have a paper cut from the sign in sheet? It’s a small cut but you would have thought I had sliced an artery.

So no worries. No cancer. No bleeding out from the inside. In the clear this time.

By Evan Stark

Eddie Renz is an avid fan of Egyptology, Wilbur Smith and bacon. Not a fan of humility but often finds himself humbled when he is around people who understand numbers like the Fibonacci sequence and Pi.

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