Over the next two days, I will be staring into the cold and steely eyes of death. And I will be laughing. Then cowering. Then laughing a little nervously. Then I will either run away, or be overtaken by death and his, er, bloodied and burning horse.
Or not.
More specifically, I will be traversing the dreaded Nova Scotia Highway 101. Potentially in a blizzard. To a certain valley military base. To ride a certain yellow, corrosion and cracking-prone search and rescue helicopter. Also in a blizzard, potentially. If I survive - I will be a hero, and rewarded with... my usual pay. If I do not - know that I will miss my family and cats, I thought Slumdog Millionaire was only okay, Check Your Head was the soundtrack to my youth, the only video game I ever beat was Super Mario 2, and that my favourite time of day is 10:30 PM. You can honour my memory by gathering every 29th of January, listen to some Beastie Boys, down some Moose green, and discuss the adequacy of Danny Boyle's latter films...
*single tear
About me:
- muiseam
- Dartmouth, NS, Canada
- I live on the suburban plains of Cole Harbour. I take my coffee large with single milk. I am an open book. Some days I wish I were a housecat.
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