I found my self not to long ago on the roof of an RV that neither I nor relatives of mine own, with two friends who do not own the RV. In fact none of us know the first or last name of the owner, or even what they look like. The owner was not aware of our presence there looking at the stars and lying on one another hoping to God that none of our cell phones started to ring. This is the first “bad” thing I have ever done.
We were playing manhunt; actually we were beasting at manhunt to be more accurate. But, never the less, as I looked at the rising waxing crescent of the red moon I found myself wondering, “Why the hell am I on the roof of a complete stranger’s RV. This cannot be a good idea.”
One moment I was running the next I was climbing up a ladder that seemed to be held together with silly string and thumb tacks the next I was lying on my stomach on a dirty roof with a friend on top of me giggling. Am I up here to hide? Sorta. Am I up here to impress my friends? God I hope not! Am I up here to get a better look at the beautiful moon rise? No, but I am appreciating it. So why the hell am I up here? I could say it was to suck the marrow out of life, or to have a great adventure, but the truth is I don’t have a clue why I am up here. I don’t know what I am thinking! But isn’t that what living is? Not considering the reasons for an adventure or why not to do a thing but just enjoy it while it is happening? And sometimes living calls for doing things that later make you ask: “Why the hell did I do that?!” and the answer always is “Because I could.”
I'm not telling you if this one is true or not...
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