My Feck It List
I hit the ramp at top speed and fly.
My crash is spectacular, and a little painful to say the least. Spitting out a mouthful of snow, I gingerly get to my feet and assess the damage. Nothing broken, though my ankle protests. Perhaps a sprain, but it was worth it.
Snowboarding – check. Another item checked off my fuck-it list.
People are rushing over to check I’m okay.
“I’m fine! I’m fine!” I assure them.
One young skier points to the ground at my feet, at the yellow snow pooling there. “Dude, that ain’t cool, Man!”
My catheter has burst.
My crash is spectacular, and a little painful to say the least. Spitting out a mouthful of snow, I gingerly get to my feet and assess the damage. Nothing broken, though my ankle protests. Perhaps a sprain, but it was worth it.
Snowboarding – check. Another item checked off my fuck-it list.
People are rushing over to check I’m okay.
“I’m fine! I’m fine!” I assure them.
One young skier points to the ground at my feet, at the yellow snow pooling there. “Dude, that ain’t cool, Man!”
My catheter has burst.
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