Maybe my greatest pet peeve is tough guys, ones with a sharp bone to pick or a look-at-me point to prove. You know who I’m talking about, the ones who walk around with I.L.S. (Imaginary Lat Syndrome) where they saunter into a crowded room with their arms puffed out to show their fantasy strength.Continue reading “Tough Guys, a Pet Peeve. Day 189.”
Why are guardrails so low,
on high-up places with long-down drops?
And we go fast and get passed
and settle our rigid pointer finger on the window button,
just in case we’re submerged a hundred feet down.