Flying

May 2, 2010 ·
Flying

     Christ it was hot. Then again it was supposed to be hot. What did he expect? Sitting motionless in his wheelchair at the edge of the ocean in Mexico, it was SUPPOSED to be hot. What was really on his mind was what the hell was he doing in this particular place at this particular point in time. Was he really going to do this? Sometimes he thought his sense of adventure far outstripped his sense of reality. Para-sailing? Sweet sufferin’ Christ on a crutch what had he gotten himself into this time? he thought with a smile that no one else could see. Continue reading “Flying”