Sometimes I run. I run down this long canyon, not stopping. I run so fast, not caring if how far i am from home. I come to a cliff, and as the wind presses against my face I start climbing down. I come to the lake, and jump in. Ah, the beauty of free run.
Not a few days ago, I had gone to the library. My parent had dropped me off, and wasn’t showing up, so I was sifting through the books. I took Yukon Ho, the only one they had, in the flap someone had stuck a fake million dollar bill. I swear this is true. It had Rutherford Hayes on it, and in small writing on the back, ‘The million dollar question, will you go to heaven when you die?’ I don’t want to share the rest because it may be depressing to some. Anyway, it really enlightened my view of these strips. There are no limits to what a person can believe and do, but belief of natural limits may find you. Best to avoid it.
There must be a word for this. ‘Optimism?’ ‘Vain boldness?’ ‘The lighter side?’