02-03-2010, 09:37 PM
Every stinking year I say........nope not gonna fall, wipe out, slip, whack my head, crack a rib, nothing this year. But I am just kidding myself and creating a false sense of security. No matter how much sand I spread I still somehow manage to almost die, frozen in time next to a mailbox, parking lot, shopping center or on the train tracks. I am like James Bond without Pussy Galore.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.