Friday, July 01, 2005

Count Your Blessings

Generally, I am a law-abiding citizen. I buckle up. I pay taxes and don't cut corners. I know the mayor in my town. I take penalties on the golf course when no one is looking.

But tonight, I am a caveman. Blood tickles down my forearm, and a shin is scraped. My thumbnail is split. And a fire burns in the fire pit down the hill, though from here, I can't see it. I am breaking some law, but I needed to thrash around in the dark and haul the felled buckthorn to the fire. Sometimes a man just needs to be stupid.

At least I'm not president.

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