People say courage is the greatest quality a man can have. I personally disagree. I mean “he who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day”, but he who stays to fight the fray may find his life taken away. Not of course that my life in general is all that spectacular, but I’d rather maintain my mundane existence than go down in a blaze of glory.
Insisting upon being an absolute coward, however, is what got me into this huge mess. I must admit that I am certainly craving my uneventful life now that I hang here suspended upside down over a tank of shark infested cool-aid. Why cool-aid? Don’t ask me, I’m not the evil genius bent upon world domination.
None of this would have happened if I had shown a little gusto and stopped that creep with the one arm from stealing that ladies purse. Yet, as I sway back and forth over my cherry flavored demise and the blood continues to flow uninhibited into my brain, I realize this whole mess started way before a week ago, but really when I was 9.