Living on the Edge

We’ve
all
heard
about
the
excitement
of
living
on
the
edge.

This
is
my
first
stab
at
it
and
I’m
getting
goose
bumps
as I
type.

Wow,
are
we
living
on
the
edge
or
what?

Now
that
I’m
here
I
don’t
know
what
else
to
say,
it
must
be
that
my
heart
is
pounding
so
fast
that
my
brain
isn’t
functioning
properly.

This
edge
living
is
really
heavy-duty.

I
can’t
take
it
anymore.
I’m
beginning
to
lose
my
feeble
grip
on
reality,
I’m
fading,
fading …
about
to
go.
Where
do
you
go?
Over
the
edge?

It’s
the
edge
or
me.
I’m
stronger
than
this
puny
little
edge.
I
can
do
it.
I
can
do
it.
Errrrrr,
grunt.

There I got it; I told you I could do it. This living on the edge stuff isn’t so tough.

Too Much Tequila, Too Little Sunscreen