You know what’s CrAzY? I’ll tell you what’s cRaZy.
Making it through college without dieing.
We all have our war stories growing up as teens. We all have an episode that is a defining moment in our lives, where the concepts of reality and absurdity converge like warriors on an ancient battlefield. Everyone has that one beer tavern story that commands respect, where everyone quaffing ale hangs on your every word.
I’m not going to say that I have more edge-of-your-seat stories than you do. I’m just saying that my spacial relationship with the universe has always steered me toward a magnetic north of crazy.
I’ve told you about jumping off a 3 story building and landing in a 71/2 foot pool to impress a girl.
I’ve told you about Schultz eating a whiskey glass to keep me in school.
There are so many more stories in my garbage pail of a brain, they warp together like marmalade and margarine stuck to the butter bin in the fridge.
Because it is Easter Weekend, enjoy a story that has very little to do with Easter except that our sunrise service was a run back toward the border where freedom only exists at the barrel end of a Federale’s rifle.