My friend Wilky runs ultra-marathons. He's better at some things than you and I; mostly running 50 miles or more without fucking stopping to puke or have a beer or rest or visit Momma...or whatever it is you or I might think to do. He can run further than I can drive a car. He's a damn freak of nature, I tell ya.
Well, Wilky ran into a little bad luck on a 32-mile trail run recently...hit a rock or something and tore his ACL. Not good. Bad news. Even worse: No Health Insurance. Dude works hard, works out harder. He was my designated driver going to the KISS concert. He lives a decent life, goes to school, cares about others, and now he's SOL.
We need Universal Health Care!
We can't afford to wait!!
Well, Wilky ran into a little bad luck on a 32-mile trail run recently...hit a rock or something and tore his ACL. Not good. Bad news. Even worse: No Health Insurance. Dude works hard, works out harder. He was my designated driver going to the KISS concert. He lives a decent life, goes to school, cares about others, and now he's SOL.
We need Universal Health Care!
We can't afford to wait!!
Visit Momma? I wouldn't think to do that. I wouldn't attempt to run 50 miles. I wouldn't attempt to run 50 feet. The puke and the beer are definitely in the conversation. I'm pretty handy with a pocketknife, I'll try and fix him up. The Biggest Option!
ReplyDeleteI'll bet you'd run 50 feet for a beer.
ReplyDeleteNo. I would walk 50 feet for a pitcher (twist on an old joke).
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