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What? You want to know what happened to my writing mojo these past few years? First, don't change the subject. Second, there is no second!
Huh? Why then did I write second when there is no second? Third, I don't continue from first, because then you'll be expecting THIRD! See, under the influence of alcohol, you'll be asking crazed questions to someone who's been in a car accident. My intuition also tells me you're thinking about a tree! Not that I hit one, but to chop it down! Don't do that!
That's how I got hurt. A drunk driver hit a tree (didn't chop), and it fell on me while I was climbing a pole. It was crazy as I fell after getting hit in the head. I was hoping for either Tarzan or his buddy Cheata to save me. But as soon as I came to my senses, remembering they're Disney characters, and that there was no stable branches around for them to swing on, I hit the ground.
I woke up a week later at a hospital and saw my mom sitting in a chair with a burley looking plant. She cried with a happy grin on her face when I said "Hi." She then placed this plant on a windowsill, which didn't stay long. Not because someone harvested it, but it fell out. Seeing this I screamed, because I knew no one was gonna smoke it, but get hit!
20 minutes later I had a roommate named Greg. I asked him how his head was, and he said "What?" But I left it at that, because his leg started to hurt. He then asked me why I was there, and I said "like you." He then said "Ok...", wrinkling his nose wierd, which was a sure sign he got hit in the face.
Anyway, you see? It's like a chain reaction that goes from trees, to injuries, and more castastrophies. So stop drinking... put down your axe... and go hug a tree. But watch out for people like yourself who are driving or chopping! I'll get back to your first question just as soon as I get over your following one. Peace!
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