This officially marks my first post in a blog... ever. Should we toast to this or something? So, after I decided to get over my irrational fear of blogging and chuckled about being able to call myself a "blogger," I started thinking about surfaces. And then I immediately thought about buffalo. You'd actually be surprised to know how many things in life bring me back to buffalo. I will explain... but first...

My skin is my main surface. Not only is it what everyone sees when they see me, but it is what I see when I look at myself. It literally holds me together. People often talk about "looking beneath the surface," but this is meant in a figurative way. What about literally, in a physical way? I've seen what is beneath my surface, beneath my skin, and it is fat, muscle, bone, and blood. Let me tell you that there is a long, motionless, silent period between the moment that skin (surface) is punctured and the blood begins to flow. And in that period... I literally looked into myself--into the hole in my arm and under my surface.

It was a buffalo's (yes, a real, live buffalo) horn that went into my arm in a crazy, freak accident. Nine stitches fixed my surface, but what was underneath took much longer to heal.

Picture of me about one minute before that buffalo behind me decided to battle. I lost.

Here's the buffalo.