i always call someone (anyone) whenever i’m in a situation where i think there’s a decent chance that i could die.
just so someone knows where i am and how to locate my body.
this was not not one those situations.
fifteen minutes later was one of those situations.
this moment was rather calm. placid, if you will.
[or if you won’t . . . “lake placid” didn’t have a particularly good outcome even though the title suggests anything other than the carnivoric rampage brought on by a 300-ton crocodile. let’s all move to south florida. yay.]
what i learned today is that i would make an excellent running back.
tiki barber, eat your heart out.
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you can file this under part 1 of 2 entitled: “the various ways i might get murdered while on the job.”
it’s a two-part series. get excited.
[oh yeah i didn’t really elaborate, but part 1 (this is part 1) involved a semi high speed chase between me and wolf (who turned out to be a dog) named jack.]
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