that's telekenesis, kyle...

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

"Not much to say, when you're high above the mucky-muck."-Jack Black

i'm beat, and with many a weary mile to go before i rest, i'm barely able to sit long enough to type a brief, sleep deprived rambling.

but what a day, from the highest of the high steel to the lowest and most forgotten airchases, i'm the guy who can get it done.

for example...the angst ridden scott lehman once asked me to move something on the steel, sixty-feet off the deck, and i said,"okay." well, he was expecting me to go to my car, get my harness, saftey off and crawl out there like a sane man, but time was of the essence. having seen the riggers (crazy men all of them, but that's another story) jump across the rafters untied, i said, "if those drug addicts can do it, a sober man shouldn't have a problem!" well, it wasn't the smartest decision of my life and scott yelled up on the middle of my excursion "i'd feel better if i saw some LIFE SAVING EQUIPMENT." and threatened to "write me up" if he ever saw me do it again. however, i survived and my next ten trips to the steel were safetied, i proved to myself that i could do it, so there's no reason to continue.

i knew if my mom saw, she'd kill me.

have a nice day.