Friday, April 18, 2008

Taking the Leap

Look at this guy in this picture. There was a time when I would do that for shits and giggles. Do it for that rush you get when lightly knock on deaths doorstep. Hell I used to do it when I would go mountain biking back home in the Franklin Mountains. Peddle your ass off and go. Sometimes I made it, sometimes I didn't. Most of the time I didn't. I busted my ass so many times my parents actually bought insurance for the bike because the expense of fixing every week got to be too much. Now I got bumped and bruised and scarred but thanks to my guardian angel (who worked overtime by the way) I never got seriously hurt, I always walked away. Some where I lost that feeling and I miss it. And I don't know how to get it back, I'm not sure I want it back. Hell peddling a bike may cause me to have a heart attack nowadays. Have I gotten older and wiser? Or older and miser? Who knows I don't the answer to that question yet. Hell I don't think anyone does.

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