We spent 10 1/2 hours in the car yesterday going to get out new dog, Shiloh. Ten hours! I don’t know which hurts more; my tush, back, knees… I’m a wimp. When I was a comedian I drove all over the place and still had a spring in my step. Well apparently the spring broke too.
Plus, I am unable to drive so Heather did it all. All the while keeping me calm so I didn’t have a seizure, which nearly happened in the middle of a truck stop parking lot. She’s still sleeping and deservedly so. Her spring is only 45, while mine is 63, so her spring works just fine.
My problem can be chalked up by all of the motorcycle jumps I made over the years. I once jumped 22 buses! Then got bored and started more dangerous jumps. I broke every bone in my body 53 times. I think it’s a record or something. No biggie. The hazard of the job.
Wait, was that me? Now that I’m thinking more clearly, I realize that I’ve never ridden a motorcycle. But I think I watched that crazy dude crash again and again. Actually, I do remember being trapped inside a glass cube locked inside a container full of water. Somehow I escaped! I know! Wait… My brain is toast too. Oy with getting older!