I have five pins and two plates holding one of my legs together, which is a violent and dark story for another time, which means unless I could’ve done basketball sitting down, I couldn't pick gym. Music was a very different beast. I can't play any instruments, but I can sing. Actually, I can fucking sing. But I haven't been able to hear the sound of my own singing for years without my PTSD kicking my ass all over the shop.
