Break a Leg?
Whoever said breaking a leg was the right thing to do when pursuing your passion really needs to have his head examined. Because it took breaking my leg to get me back in here. You see, I got sidetracked for the last several months. I was supposed to be writing another feature script, but Santa was good to me last December and allowed me to park a nice, practically new Corvette Z06 in my garage. And this car consumed me, mind, body and spirit.
How sad is that? Does one often trade one passion for another? I apparently do. Often. No wonder I'm 40 and still unproduced.
I spent every waking moment thinking about this car, going to car shows, reading car forums, researching modifications (I guess 500+ horses isn't enough
), and just driving it around as much as possible. I have never truly had a love affair with a car until this one came into my life. What a pathetic excuse to stop writing, huh?
Fast forward from December, 2008, to April, 2009. I roll into our driveway riding shotgun in my daily driver Honda Accord, wife at the wheel. Seems I had one margarita too many. I had to give up the keys. Wife tells me I need to roll up the garden hose because we'll get a nastygram from the Home Owner's Association. I apparently left it out after rinsing the kayak earlier on the heels of yet another salt water fishing adventure. Our HOA doesn't like the "lived in" look and wants everything in its place. So I reluctantly comply with my wife's urgings to wrap the garden hose even though it's 10:00 PM. Well, long story short, what can happen when you combine a slippery, wet drainage slope, fifty feet of garden hose, limited visibility, and a couple of really strong margaritas?
Yep. You guessed it.
So here I sit, stuck on wife and doctor imposed house arrest because it was my right leg I so eloquently trashed and, thus, I am not allowed to drive. It looks like I'm trapped eight to ten weeks total without the ability to drive my vehicular passion. So what can I do? What should I do?
Right! I need to write! So what the hell am I doing back in here? I need to write, right? Okay, fine! Off I go...
How sad is that? Does one often trade one passion for another? I apparently do. Often. No wonder I'm 40 and still unproduced.
I spent every waking moment thinking about this car, going to car shows, reading car forums, researching modifications (I guess 500+ horses isn't enough
), and just driving it around as much as possible. I have never truly had a love affair with a car until this one came into my life. What a pathetic excuse to stop writing, huh?Fast forward from December, 2008, to April, 2009. I roll into our driveway riding shotgun in my daily driver Honda Accord, wife at the wheel. Seems I had one margarita too many. I had to give up the keys. Wife tells me I need to roll up the garden hose because we'll get a nastygram from the Home Owner's Association. I apparently left it out after rinsing the kayak earlier on the heels of yet another salt water fishing adventure. Our HOA doesn't like the "lived in" look and wants everything in its place. So I reluctantly comply with my wife's urgings to wrap the garden hose even though it's 10:00 PM. Well, long story short, what can happen when you combine a slippery, wet drainage slope, fifty feet of garden hose, limited visibility, and a couple of really strong margaritas?
Yep. You guessed it.
So here I sit, stuck on wife and doctor imposed house arrest because it was my right leg I so eloquently trashed and, thus, I am not allowed to drive. It looks like I'm trapped eight to ten weeks total without the ability to drive my vehicular passion. So what can I do? What should I do?
Right! I need to write! So what the hell am I doing back in here? I need to write, right? Okay, fine! Off I go...
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