After snapping a shot of some muscles off of a drainage pipe in a harbor south of the Point Loma Naval base, I slipped and scratched my knee pretty bad. Walking up the street to my car was particularly painful. Why didn't I park on the level street adjacent to where I did park? Unforntunately my first aid kit was not in the car. Fortunately I did bring vodka. So I poured it on my knee and it stung like a bitch. Now I look like shit and smell like vodka, but am ironically sober. Just then a Lamborghini Diablo sped past me. This is going to be an interesting day.