Friday, July 1, 2011

the wild one

Now you don’t talk so loud, do you? You were all so sure that I wouldn’t do it. Thought I was afraid, told me it was too dangerous, ha! You don’t know me. I need the thrill of danger like I need my peppermint tea in the morning. An adrenalin addict, that’s what I am, I need the rush of the boiling blood in my veins when I stand unblinkingly facing death, that is my oxygen. Action is my last name.
I showed you.
I told you so.

What’s for dinner?

Mr. Action