People in Panama get killed every time there's an afternoon shower. That guy over there has his ladder leaning up against a power cable strung up over the street. That guy over there is trying to swim across a raging river despite the fact that he has been drinking Ron Abuelo all day and can't swim. That guy over there was trying to alternate between texting his wife and texting his girlfriend and ran off the road and into a tree. He hit a guy who was standing at the base of the tree happily licking the fungus. You know, who knows.
Two rules when you necks visit me. One, no goddam Jimmy Buffet. Two, no asking why. As in, Why is that guy balancing a machete on his head while he does a tightrope walk on the top of that fence?
There is just never an adequate reason why and frankly I get tired of the question.
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