reason #9043954 i am a crazy lady
sometime in elementary school i had read a book of spooky short stories and there was one about a man perusing jewelry in a pawn shop
he found an interesting antique ring stamped with what looked like an image of a man with a hawk on his arm
not scary at all, right? perhaps just poor taste in jewelry?
so the dude buys the ring and puts it on.
he's driving home, windows down, arm hanging out, jamming to some music
when a big semi-truck comes barreling down the freeway next to him...
the guy tries to pull his arm in but he can't, its frozen and the semi-truck crushes it
later the doctors in the hospital salvage the ring from his mangled arm
and we discover that the image on the ring is not of a man holding a bird, but of a man with a terribly deformed arm
(this is the point where i slammed the book shut, threw it across the room, and never stuck my arm out the car window ever again)
this ring i am wearing now, i had it resized and it was still a little loose, there was a good amount of room to slip over my knuckles
i don't know if my fingers swell up like sausages or what
but there is only about a three hour window in each 24 hour period when i can take it off
and it freaks me out
and i keep the car windows rolled up
