yeah well, you don’t.

so there i was slapping pencil necks and daring them to “jump like a frog”
and i realized something:
i am so mega tough and ultra awesome you don’t even know.

seriously though — it really sucks being here, and it sucks even more being me right now.
i’m in my hometown which is the 2nd best place on earth (love SD).
and all my old buddied have turned from decent to people who can’t hold a promise for all hell.
it really sucks so now i am extremely lonely for weeks at a time until i see her again.
when i say her, i really mean the broad that makes me wake up and makes me able to face the world.
i don’t like getting old/older.
i’ve been training for my last hurrah, a marathon before i go under the knife again and it’s not going well.
i damn near broke my ankle 2 times in the past week and running on it is horrible.
but i gotta do it.
i don’t want to be that guy that gets to be 50 and says
” i wish i did this…”
so i’m doing it all while my left leg still can stand my weight.
next on my agenda is dunking. i gots hoop dreams coach,
i got em bad.

so before my surgery in november which will most likely cripple me for a few years (meniscus, acl, bone spurs. etc.etc.etc.) i’m gonna wear my body down to the bone and get everything done while i stil can
hopefully including marriage.
there’s nothing that would be more sorrry to me than to see laura stand there while i hobble up to take her.
so it’s my goal to have her while i can still make her proud to be next to me