Bones heal, pain is temporary, and chicks dig scars
I guess I'm like any other concerned father, except that nobody else's son guns a cycle over 17 pickups without holding on to the handlebars.
I'm not a jack of all trades; I'm a master of many. I don't feel there is anything I can't do if I want to.
But you come to a point in your life when you can't pull the trigger anymore.
You're never a failure until you fail to get up.
I decided to fly through the air and live in the sunlight and enjoy life as much as I could.