Location: waiting for meetings
Music: I’m all choked up and you’re ok.
Me: (gripping seat) Watch that car, watch that car! (later) It’s a red light, it’s a red light! Slow down! (still later, exiting car) You’ve really gotta be more careful.
Him: (relaxed) You worry too much.
It’s been 23 years since my father taught me how to drive. It appears we’ve changed roles.
HG and I have been seeing a buncha relatives these days. Here’s another conversation between HG and one about her finger.
Her: It hurts.
Him: Yeah, I know what you mean. When I was 10, my cousin slammed a door into my toe. It was all black and blue and then my nail fell off. Believe me, that hurt like hell – I mean, that is some pain. I can still remember it to this day. (thinking) Oh, and when I was 20, I got hit with a grenade.
That guy’s one tough fella. Which is pretty much the opposite of me.
But at the very least, know how to throw a punch. It amazes me how many people – guys in particular, simply don’t. The chance of me getting into a fight now at 37’s pretty slim. But still, surprised it’s not something people pick up. Then again taking a punch’s probably more important.
Check that, taking a punch’s definitely more important.
YASYCTAI: Learn to take the punches. (time/2 pts)