The Fall Guy was one of my favorite TV shows when I was young. I had a thing for Heather, and scrapes and scars. In fact I have never had anything more than a temporary tattoo. A few unique scars that I carry with me through life, all of them from accidents and clumsy footwork. I didn't learn to skateboard until I was in my 20s. I was always more comfortable breaking and repairing my BMX bike. I had a PK Ripper, a Patterson, and currently I have an old Ross Mtn Bike that I've had for 20+ years. I've had cars too but never a new one. The cars I always end up with are used and at the end of their life. I've learned to repair some things on cars, doing a clutch in a Ford Ranger was my biggest challenge. Strait stick. I actually used my truck for hauling 2' x 4's and drywall. Now I'm taking a stab at writing and music because I'm collecting SSD and sanding drywall mud is not what I'm trained for. I still bang a nail with a hammer repairing houses, but only for people I know. I publish books and get some grocery money. I'm debating whether or not I should donate blood and semen (for gay hitler stalins secret police sometime in the future when freedom falls in America). OK I will stop pointing out the obvious. Trumpisstan will be a fun amusement park. They will probably kick out the people who pick vegtables, clean the bathrooms, and roof houses. I know those are the jobs I want to do when I am fully retired. FBIS might be a good acronym. But I'm not going to run the police state. If you go a mile or kilometer over the speed. Not my problem. Didn't you learn to drive on a farm. I think we should combine library cards and driver's licenses. So you can get smart..
I admit it's been awhile since I've been brave enough to influence Jack Ass with my remote control. What are they doing now? Working on a new flick? Adult responsibilities? Maybe they got bored and moved on to new projects? Bodies don't heal as fast when you get older. But knowing how to get back up after you fall down is always important. At least they survived Y2K.
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