Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' - all are welcome here! Every Friday, we do a fun free-write. For fun. And Freedom!
Write whatever you want in the 'comments' section on this blog post. Play as many times as you like. #breaktheblog! You have two minutes (give or take a few seconds ... no pressure!). Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. So, tell a friend. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
Not everyone can handle the slide. When you really get moving fast, it feels like your face is going to pulled right off. You can feel your teeth rattle. You have to be committed to the thing. But if you’re willing to commit? Well, it doesn’t get much more awesome.
You start just like you’re on any other slide, but then you drop so fast that your stomach ends up in the back of your throat. Your lunch starts dancing inside you, trying to get free. You gotta keep it tamped down. You gotta hold your elbows in. The epic slide of awesomeness will rip your arms clean off your body if you’re not careful. Seriously. It is not for the feint of heart.
If you have any serious medical conditions, you should not go near the epic slide of awesomeness. You shouldn’t even look at it. Or talk about it. Stop reading this right now for that matter.
Still reading? Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. It was the epic slide of awesomeness that killed my taco. And yet I love it still. Where else can you get a free ride and a spinal adjustment all for the price of courage?
Will I slide for the rest of my life? I don’t know, man. I just don’t know. Sometimes, I think I should never slide again. But then I remember how fun it is. And I forget that I might get my arms ripped off. And soon, I’m shooting down that silver tube like a rocket, headed to infinity and possibly the Emergency Room.
Will I slide? Today, I will slide. Tomorrow? Tomorrow is another day. It’s a lot like today, but a day later.