Walk Of An Anus
To recap, I was supposed to write and inspirational letter to help the jackass along. Well, I gotta do things my way. I think this walk is a religious thing to give you time to think or something. All I would be thinking about is joining a less strenuous religion, maybe something with lo-impact aerobics are something, maybe even one of those t.v. religions ’cause I’m good at watching t.v. Anyways here’s the letter I dashed out:
I don’t know what you’re doing but I’m supposed to tell you to keep going. I assume it has something to do with walking, which is a real bastard of a thing to do to someone in a leg brace. It sounds like something I would make you do.
When I was a kid I always read hot rod magazines, which is strange because I could care less about cars these days. In one there was a quote from legendary stunt motorcyclist Evel Knievel that I remember this day. Try this homespun stuff:
Never a horse that couldn’t be rode,
Never a rider that couldn’t be throwed.
Think about that, it looks simple and stupid but it’s deep. Take it apart and it means that there is no challenge too great and there is no one not capable of making a mistake. It’s a lesson in both perseverance and humility.
So anyway, enjoy your walkabout or whatever. I hope you get bit by a snake, but survive.
p.s. The wife really wanted to encourage you but she is in Hawaii. How you like that playa? She’s in paradise while you’re looking a bugs and sh*t.
So, what do you think? Do you think I encouraged him or what? I did the best I could. I think had I approached the thing any other way I wouldn’t have been true to myself and my beliefs (I really did want him to get bit by a snake). Yeah, I know I’m a dick.