I seriously can’t believe all my buddies had the audacity to call me delicate! Me, of all people, I used to be the most powerful of us all. Then a few years ago, for some deranged reason, I started losing a great deal of weight. Then came the infamous picnic where the group of us played flag pigskin and I ended up shattering my leg. I barely even collapsed, and my leg went all topsy turvy on me. Since then they all call me Mister Glass, like the dude from the horror films. The truth is that deep down I feel they are right, I am entirely becoming a delicate guy, I just don’t understand the reasons why. I have to run the temperature controls like a crazy man to keep my bum leg from acting up. It has healed up fine enough, and I can even run on it with no problem, but the aged injury still acts up if the cooling gets a little too out of control. In the deep dark afternoons of Wintertime I need to keep a gas furnace running, and near my leg, 24/7 or it starts to ache and throb pretty much like it just broke. The warm seasons are easily better, because the only time my leg acts up is when I have the air conditioner machine set to a freezing temperature. The problem is that my leg seems to operate from a whole different thermostat than the rest of my body. My body can actually be dripping with a ton of sweat and crying out for some cooling, but if I turn the air conditioning machine down too low then my leg starts to throb and hurt like crazy all over again.