Sometimes I get insane. Just really, truly insane -- I really do. That's when I start thinking about Navy vs. Boston, and it's hysterical. I laugh and I laugh and I laugh, and sometimes I use up so much of that action that I am forced to adopt a new one, so I begin to cry, donning some huge, dopey grin that digs a single dimple into my left cheek.
It's silly, but I kind of hope that's how I die. Thinking about a football game and laughing until my lungs can't hold onto enough air to last another second.
It's silly, but I kind of hope that's how I die. Thinking about a football game and laughing until my lungs can't hold onto enough air to last another second.
