Electric Slide
Today, just a short n’ sweet update paragraph on my first (or second?) post in this series in which I mentioned high-current power lines in close proximity to my skull, the container for my brain aka MUM (“Matthew’s Unlikely Moneymaker). This was an example of things I’d grown out of finding fun in some way since my younger days in Thailand, swinging on them to cross the street to another, better stocked 7-11 like Yankee Urban Tarzan. Well here’s my simple update: a couple weeks on my level of shock about and preoccupation with this particular hazard is such that I can smile…sort of…half way…with a vaguely crazed twist of the jaw…in the face of a hundred thousands watts of Matthew murder:
