Damn I Love 2012
...I hate not being able to fully talk about all the things that are happening in 2012 though. But I just saw an image for a character I made up forever ago in a journal I wrote one day while bored. Like Raheem Savage this character grew larger out of that one stupid post. Unlike Raheem Savage this character was never a large thing. In fact my attempts to search for her has turned up nothing. She was the Trauma Nurse that I mentioned one night in a who-knows-why mood. Anyway... I have seen the actual Trauma Nurse now. It's a weird weird thing. I would post the image but I have no idea if I could or even should. 2012 is full of these cool little things. I can't wait to show you guys everything. Just got back from a trip to the mountains. Started off as a trip to D.C. but that didn't happen. Made it to a Titanic museum. It was great. They're doing a rose petal drop over the location later this year for the 100th anniversary of the sinking and I have a rose petal in that now. Other highlights of the trip include my dad forcing my uncle to pull off to the side of a highway. Then he got out and went down a sheer fucking cliff side to get to a creek at the bottom to pick rocks. 50 something year old man that gets winded easily went down a cliff. And I had to go in after him. We spent dozens of minutes down there picking up rocks that he found interesting (why? I don't know. It's dad.) Then we started back up the cliff which we found much harder than going down. He fell once and I caught him due to no small amount of luck and crazy burst of climbing speed I had no idea I had in me. His rocks fell out of his grip and two of them started rolling down the cliff. He blocked their path with his knees and panicked scrambling. He refused to let those damn rocks fall down. I held him up, my own footing questionable, and shouted, "Let it go, Indy!" He didn't. He continued to gather them and we continued our rather hard trek up a cliff with no damn gear and me with shoes and socks that were wet as shit in freezing creek water. We went back down a bit and moved our area of attack further down the creek. We made it back to the interstate and I ringed out my socks to prevent hypothermia and that was a morning. Lots of the trip were uneventful but seeing dad go down a cliff with all the grace of a drunken child and then jumping rock to rock over a fast moving stream... that was interesting. Every second I thought "And then he slips and I never see him again." Or "And that's when he breaks his leg and I have to carry him and 30 pounds of rocks up a cliff." Thanks for Reading. |
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