The countdown had come to an end, the contraption forcing me to perpetually give the world a thumbs-up was scheduled to hatch a rejuvenated limb. Giddy, I hopped on my bicycle and headed towards the doctor’s office. As I steered single-handedly for what I thought was the last time, I daydreamed of doing backside airs again, tying my shoes with utmost ease, coming closer to crossing juggling pineapples off of my bucket list. I had been robbed of the ultimate primate perk for much too long. Never take opposable thumbs for granted.
Alas, I had arrived:
Despite the renewed contraption, I pranced down to San Diego with Dr. photographer/professor/evil mastermind Julian Bleecker to break in the new cast with some fellow vertically driven minions.