And now I enter another memory. One that probably does not do justice to my testosterone level, but that was always suspect. Many years ago there was a fellow named Wade Arrington. Yes, I know it sounds like someone from a soap, but that was truly his name. Now Wade was quite renown as the baddest, bad ass at Webster Groves High. Wade was the guy that climbed the rope with two hands, no feet, and with a bad attitude that went the whole 40 feet of hemp. If he had a friend, their identity was a secret. If he had a direction in life, that direction required bloody fists and a good defense lawyer. So one day Wade decided that I had offended his sensibilities. Kind of like getting salt too close to a slug. And he declared in gym class that he would kiss my ass. Well, although I had been in plenty of fights, I was rational enough to recognize that Wade lacked some mental motor skills and would likely beat me like a tenderized flank steak. Besides, I wasnt pissed at him...a definite disadvantage. I only fought when provoked. Well there we were in gym class discussing the possible outcome when I said, Now, Wade, were supposed to meet up where you will kiss my ass. I know you will kick my ass. And I declare to all that you will kick my ass. I am beaten, bleeding and I have lost the contest already. So, whats the point? He thought about it for a while. Wade didnt think quickly. And then he said, okay, I dont need to kick your ass because its done. I agreed. We shook hands. Today Im a lawyer. You connect the dots.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 02:35:50 +0000
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