Lifes been a little bit hard on me. I know what your thinkin'. "That boy don't know his Juice Newton lyrics!". That's not the case. Don't get me wrong, I Love my life overall. Perfect wifey, great son and stepson, 6 mostly Great Cats, wonderful friends and family, even my in-laws are great. ........are ya ready for it.......here it comes.......  BUT... *in my best ZIM voice*the PAIN! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO The PAIN!!! ......in my butt. That's right, I said it. In my Butt. AAAAAAlrighty then let us do a Wibbeldy-Woo back in time to say... Oh, about 2002. I lived in, what I lovingly referred to as, the Hillsboro Hobbit House. If I was feeling extra fancy I would refer to it as the Hazard Hillsboro Hobbit House. Alliteration...ya gotta love it. Anyhooo. It was a step less scary than the cabin in Evil Dead, yet it was a beloved place. My grandparents and mother had lived there. Then I took over. It looked a little something like this right here, but, you know....more realistic N' stuff.          

There were 3 bedrooms. One of these 3 had become kind of a junk room. My guitar cabinet was in this very cluttered room. I had just gotten a nice, brand new Cherry red Epiphone. I was in the junk room rockin it out,

When all of a sudden out of nowhere comes the death boss of all evil flying things, a huge, did I say huge, I mean COLOSSAL wasp! It came 

right at my face. I twisted to avoid it, but mid twist I realized I was about to whack my brand new gitfiddles headstock up against my drafting table. So mid twist I did a another twist in a different direction, apparently assuming I was Plastic Man. At this point of twisting I did avoid crashing my headstock, yet I did crash some backy boney stuff. I just heard and felt a big POP! It hurt, but wasn't something that automatically caused concern. Slowly it started hurting, then hurting a little bit more like a week later. Then I eventually was having to walk with a frickin' cane like Cory Haim in Dream A Little Dream.

So I finally went to the doctor, who charged me & sent me to another doctor. Who again charged me. This is what the MRI basically said.

So I had surgery. In the midst of my doped up barely conscience state, I forgot to ask for copies of the pix of my opened up Spine. I wish I had. I think I'm the only person I know that has seen his/her spine. Anyway, all went well for years but now my sciatic nerve is killing me. Starting from the incision all the way down my leg.



So that's my bitch for today. Hope your physicallity is better than mine. Till next time, DAMN THE MAN! Mikie Hazard.