Wednesday, February 4, 2009

I Am Young and Restless

You know the times when you see an old photo album and discover that your Dad took crazy risks and did dangerous things when he was a 20something?  Always shaken by nervousness, I never saw myself becoming a foolhardy one who delights in putting his life in peril.  Now I find myself battling bouts of depression, bouts which promise to end only when I go to Park City and go off some big ski jumps and cross my skis and become a human helicopter: RAAR! choppa choppa choppa choppa choppa choppa choppa... or an albatross with quite a gastric inclination.

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