So, I use to board with a guy named Ron in South Lake Tahoe. He was a crazy bastard that would do ANYTHING on a dare. I probably carted him off to Barton Memorial Hospital. Broken fingers, broken arm, broken leg, lots of stitches. His parents use to get pissed.
So I was thinking about him and went looking to see if I could find him. I did. Married. Handful of kids. Successful businessman. He started a hood cleaning service in Las Vegas. I didn’t even know what the hell ‘hood cleaning’ was until I called him. He makes it sound adventurous and fun. I almost felt like he was screwing with me – I found it a little hard to imagine that it would be exciting or even fun. But then again, this was the guy that was laughing at his fingers were pointing in 3 different directions as I helped him get to the hospital emergency room.