Tuesday, June 27, 2006
I got this E-Card on Red Stripe's website. I'm not a big advocate of alcohol consumption, but I love those Red Stripe beer ads on TV.
When I was a little kid, I tripped over a door frame and fell on a brick mouth-first. I curbstomped myself. My gums got infected and they needed to do a root canal; I was allergic to novocaine. The pain from that root canal started my own extreme tolerance for pain. My Dad held my hand, and I didn't cry, not even one tear. It hurt like hell; now I compare all pain to that experience. Every act of violence or hurt against me since then hurt from shifts in power. I couldn't care less about the pain: it's always been about the power.