I’ve been trying to have this low-key, local vacation, which is why I’ve been absent from the Circus for a few days. I left you with a cliffhanger last week, which was King and Kong vs. Razorback.
Well folks, it is time for me to come clean. I have heard that the truth will set you free.
This is my little corner of the internet, and I could say just about anything I want about the experience, but the bottom line is this… Razorback was one scary motherfucker.
Oh, it all started out lovely enough. Two local buddies, ready to “give me the tour”, and a cool overcast afternoon. I expected some apprehension. I anticipated some pain. I assumed that I could handle it.
Well, you know what they say about those who assume.
I rolled up on the first big drop, called something like meatgrinder, and stopped. My two escorts rolled off the edge like paratroopers dropping on Normandy. All of a sudden it was quiet, and I was alone.
40 + feet of limestone mocked me as I slid down it on my soft little bottom. This ride was like walking unexpectedly into a redneck bar with your “Somewhere there is a village missing an idiot” t-shirt. I was going to have to fight my way out of this one…
Uh-oh, time to take Powder’s back-up rig to the Doctor, I’ll have to finish this later.
Thanks for sticking around-