I can say it and laugh, cause not too long ago, I got to acting up and jumping around, and
threw my back out. Had a crick in my neck for a week. Oh... now I remember what I was doing.
I was kicking a soccer ball against the brick wall on the garage, and kicking it with the left foot,
then the right, never kicking it with the same foot twice.
I got to going real good, and getting real
fast, and stepped on my foot and throwed myself on the ground.
When I got up, and shook myself off,
I kicked that ball as hard as I could in the back yard, pointing an acusing finger at it, and said,
"I will deal with you at a later date". That ball is still in the back yard somewhere.
