4/29/2008

It's not the first time...

Picture this...

Me, rolling fifteen miles an hour down a hill on roller blades. At the end of the hill is a busy road of traffic.

(Did I mention I have not worn a pair of roller blades since high school?)

Well, I haven't. And as I came closer to the busy road of traffic, I realized I didn't know how to stop or slow myself down... SHIT! And, I was picking up speed.

So, what did I do? I found the softest thing I could find, and used it as a brake. In my case, the softest thing I could find was a parked car. So now I've gone and torn something in my arm, a muscle I assume. My neck hurts from whiplash, and the couple standing by as they pointed and laughed gave my ego a good bruise.

But don't worry, the parked car was ok.

Lesson learned: Always know how to stop before you start. That metaphore also works well when it comes to the topic of drugs and alcohol.

2 comments:

Historical Wit said...

More Knob Creek. repeat process. Should help with pain

Shoe said...

HA! Was the car okay?