Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Here is a comment I added to a friend's status on Facebook. It was one of those "How did we meet? Put it in the comments and then post to your status" things. I thought this was mediocre at best, but it's the first of it's kind that I've written in a long time.
Originally I was going to write her in as a savage beast, eating the raw remains of a wildebeest, but I figured it might be nicer to have her doing something not so graphic. If it was someone else, I may not have held back as much and it might have developed a little better. Maybe next time...
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"It was the second day of my safari through Malawi. Me and my mates had stopped the Jeep beside a tree for a minute as James seemed to be falling victim to a heat stroke. I was having trouble seeing through the cloud of LSD that was lingering in my brain.
One of the others in our group heard something in the distance, and when we took a look through the binoculars, we saw you chasing a pack of wildebeests in your '89 Volvo station wagon. We packed up and jumped in the Jeep again to in turn chase you down, when you suddenly rolled over taking a turn to hard. As we approached the fiery wreckage, you crawled out virtually unscathed.
Upon seeing our unfortunate situation, you got on your radio and called in the helicopter for us and our friend, and in turn we gave you our Jeep to go on your way. We didn't ask questions and neither did you.
Days later, James having seen a full recovery, was cleared to leave the hospital, but on our way out you were being wheeled in. It was hard to see through the crowd of doctors but you appeared to have several major lacerations and most likely a severe concussion. Who knows what you had been up to. In lieu of the strange series of events, we wrote our info down and gave it to one of the doctors. Evidently it found it's way into your hands because a month later you called us from the airport and told us you were coming our way once again"
Originally I was going to write her in as a savage beast, eating the raw remains of a wildebeest, but I figured it might be nicer to have her doing something not so graphic. If it was someone else, I may not have held back as much and it might have developed a little better. Maybe next time...
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"It was the second day of my safari through Malawi. Me and my mates had stopped the Jeep beside a tree for a minute as James seemed to be falling victim to a heat stroke. I was having trouble seeing through the cloud of LSD that was lingering in my brain.
One of the others in our group heard something in the distance, and when we took a look through the binoculars, we saw you chasing a pack of wildebeests in your '89 Volvo station wagon. We packed up and jumped in the Jeep again to in turn chase you down, when you suddenly rolled over taking a turn to hard. As we approached the fiery wreckage, you crawled out virtually unscathed.
Upon seeing our unfortunate situation, you got on your radio and called in the helicopter for us and our friend, and in turn we gave you our Jeep to go on your way. We didn't ask questions and neither did you.
Days later, James having seen a full recovery, was cleared to leave the hospital, but on our way out you were being wheeled in. It was hard to see through the crowd of doctors but you appeared to have several major lacerations and most likely a severe concussion. Who knows what you had been up to. In lieu of the strange series of events, we wrote our info down and gave it to one of the doctors. Evidently it found it's way into your hands because a month later you called us from the airport and told us you were coming our way once again"
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