Saturday, July 17, 2010


“That’s it,” I thought to myself, “I’ve had it. I won’t be held prisoner by forces beyond my control one moment longer!”

Truly, it was time to make gravity my bitch.

Was success likely? Perhaps not, but I believed in myself, and wasn’t taking crap from gravity one moment longer. I was sick of being held in place, I’d go where I damn well please, and no force on earth would stop me.

I stood in the center of the room, closed my eyes, focused my attention, leapt…

And came promptly crashing to the ground, another victim of hubric overreach.

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