Monday, May 22, 2006

Fun little exercise. 

One word, sixty seconds, write whatever comes to mind.

My word was "ridge":

I looked over the ridge and decided: Okay, this was probably a bad idea. It was a tall one. But that was no surprise; it's the Grand fucking Canyon, right? Tall. Definitive. And that was the appeal, really. You hop off this sucker and there's no way you're not going to make an impact when you hit the ground.

But, you know.

Maybe tomorrow.

(Thanks to Marc for pointing this out, who got it from Larry.)

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