So the doctor at LA County Hospital was giving me advice about my broken toe and how to take care of it. He looked like a death-metal rocker dude in a lab coat; long scraggly hair, beard, tattoos, rings and all. He was nice though, and used lots of big vocabulary words to prove that he really was a doctor. Then when I said I’d love it if I could get a copy of the X-ray, he went and printed two out for me.
Then he said he was gonna show me how to “buddy tape” the toe. I wasn’t so sure it wasn’t some new S&M thing people around LA were into these days. I knew I shouldn’t have watched the first season of “Californication.”