The Long Way Home

My chin hit the floor. I spit out all my teeth. Everything went white.
When I came to I was in the back seat of a cab. The Turk was sitting next to me explaining the intricacies of a flawless cricket swing. He said keeping your eye on the target and balance were key to a fluid stroke.

I'm mumbled something that sounded like "gomphuk yursef." through my bleeding gums.

I think he got the message, so I got out at the next corner to purchase some new penny-loafers and a Snapple.

It was then that I knew I would never be perfect.