Impervious

I know no danger. I am not brave so much as I am stupid.

I have stood on the "this is not a step" part of the aluminum ladder to trim branches near power lines. I have walked home alone though the park at midnight after cashing my paycheck. I have taken more than the recommended dosage of pain medication and then passed three cars on a double yellow while riding my motorcycle without a helmet. I have used a mixture of ammonia and bleach to mop the floor and then run across it barefoot with a lollipop in my mouth.

Whenever a storm front is moving in, I get drunk and go out boating alone to cave dive in an unfamiliar area. I leave oily rags in piles next to bottles of kerosene in my garage and i have my life savings in junk bonds.

I talk to strangers. I give hitchhikers rides. I have unprotected sex. I do not use my seatbelt. I never take my ATM receipts and I run buy the edge of the pool.

I stray close to the edge of mosh pits knowing I have a weak bone structure and I have this annoying little skip in my heartbeat that I will never ever go to the doctor about.

I am guilty of all of these things, but you will notice that whenever I hand you a pair of scissors it is always by the handles first. This is because although I may be stupid, I would never want to hurt you.