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Personally, I had always wanted a bike. I thought it would be a big thrill, you know, going fast, zooming around, that kind of thing.
What sobered me up was when I was working at the hospital here in Asheville, we got a 22 year old in the ICU from a motorcycle crash.
22 years old. My age.
Broke both ankles, one kneecap, both femurs, shattered pelvis, perforated colon, internal bleeding, three broken ribs, two dislocated shoulders, broken arm, insane amounts of road rash, and brain damage.
He had a wife and a 1 month old kid.
Now, I know a lot of you keep to the "fuck everyone else, I'm doing what I want when I want to and none of you fuckers can stop me!" attitude. That's ok, that's your thing. But to me, when you have responsibility at home, a wife and a kid to take care of, or friends that love you, or parents that love you, well....
if you take those kinds of risks then you're being a bigger shit than you ought to be.
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Sage knows our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's
She answers hard acrostics, has a pretty taste for paradox
She quotes in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus
In conics she can floor peculiarities parabolous -C'hi
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