I have spent my life falling off of or into things. I have been in car crashes, bike accidents, rope swing incidents. I have stood on the top of moving vehicles, switched drivers while in motion, taken the elevator to leave an earthquake, jumped into numerous quarries from extreme heights while unable to see the bottom. Bungie jumped into an Australian pond while pretending I didn’t have slightly fractured ankles. I have been shot at, chased and bitten. I have eaten my mother’s cooking.
Clearly we can all agree that I am in the ‘bonus round’ of my life. I spent more than half my life asking to die. So now I’m pretty sure the story of my life is that of ‘a glass half full.’ Or actually just ‘full.’ I know I am lucky. I know I am loved. I am grateful for every bit of every day. Death be damned, I know you have my number and I know you know where to find me. And you will find me when you want me. Until then I will continue to be a poor role model for my child in hopes that he lives a life that is greater than half-full.
Raw Cookie Dough
Admit it. It tastes good.
I think this article is fake. (cough) (je-sus!)