I am not an overly cautious person. I have experienced my fair share of danger over the years.
I have almost died more than anyone I know.
I’m the only person I know who desperately wants to play tackle football with his friends.
I wear a helmet while riding my bike but only to set a good example for my students and children. If I wasn’t directly associated with so many kids, there is no way that I would be strapping that stupid thing to my head.
I have a book idea that would place me in a significant amount of danger in order to write. And I plan on doing it.
Despite my occasionally dangerous lifestyle, I think this is stupid. It’s amazing and daring and utterly mesmerizing, but it’s too much of a risk.
It’s unnecessarily dangerous. It’s stupidly dangerous. I do not approve.
