July 04, 2003
ass over teakettle
I just fell down in my garage. It wasn't a pretty fall, either. I was dragging my riding lawn mower inside and not looking behind me, and I tripped on a box of some shit I haven't unpacked since I moved into the Crackerbox. I fell square on my ass and sprawled on the concrete.
It didn't hurt, but it made me feel ridiculous. I once was a nimble man. No goddam box full of unopened shit could have taken ME in my prime. But it can today.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I did neither. I got up, finished pulling the lawn mower into the garage and poured myself a glass of wine. Old man, fall down. On the sofa this time.
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