i’ve been reading of heroic figures from the late 1800′s to early
1900′s. these guys are the epitome of manliness. they pry out puss
from gashing wounds with bowie knives and a stick in their mouth. they
stand 4 feet from 400 pound jaguars with nothing but a spear. they sit
in their own traps pursuading man-eating lions to enter…
and then there’s me and my foot that’s just been run over by a brand
new mercedes and i feel like a pansy little girlie man, sitting in an
emergency room. not exactly heroic. maybe i should have amputated my
foot and then crawled by my chin to the hospital. that would have been
a lot more exciting.
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