by Doctor Black

Created on: March 04, 2011

Ghost-riding the whip

It may come as a surprise but I fancy myself as a daredevil of sorts. A misunderstood stunt-man. A reckless wild-ass. I tend to enjoy doing stupid, often times dangerous things. there is no voice of reason in my head. Where others might hear: "This will hurt, don't do it!" my voice of reason shouts loud and clear: "DO IT! GIRLS ARE WATCHING!" 

My choices are limited. My voice of reason is encouraging me. The crowd is encouraging me. I rarely see an opportunity to back out of what ever god-awful idea I am pursuing at that moment. I always choose to undertake the burden of being the crowd pleaser. I always perform my stunt dutifully.

This always results in one of two extremes.

Either:

Option A- I pull of the stunt which results in one of the coolest things that anyone has ever witnessed which I have a blast doing. I get a reaction. I get to tell the story of my endeavor, which I will always be willing to share.

or:

Option B- Something goes wrong, or god forbid, horribly wrong. Whatever immensely stupid plan I have backfires, I'm injured, angry and at a complete loss as to exactly why my stupidity didn't payoff. Of course I will still have my story, but I may or may not be willing to share it. 

Sadly with the endeavor I undertook in this particular story, it would end in result 'B', much to my dismay.

It was a warm winter night on the last day of February. The kind of night that makes your body wake up to the slight temperature change. For some reason you feel like running and jumping and shouting like a hooligan. The weather was just nice enough that it reminded us how there was more to the mid-west than just cold wind and snow. We all had our hopes for warm weather renewed. Each of us had faith in spring. We all knew we would see sunshine again.

My roommate, his girlfriend and I were going out to dinner to celebrate being able to feel happy again. In our haste to get food for the night, girl friend forgot her wallet. Annoyed, but not terribly so, we made the drive back home to retrieve it before we actually went for food. The girlfriend ran inside the house alone to grab her wallet. In hindsight this was the first mistake that would lead to my eventual doom.

Sitting in the passenger seat, my roommate decided to let the car roll around out empty parking lot without a driver. We laughed at the absurdity of his girlfriend returning to a car rolling around without a driver, and two capable passengers just riding along with it. We

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