Because Burning is Fun

I'm Basque.  That means that I have blood type O, rhesus negative, a snout, awesome hair, dense muscle tissue, a better brain, and an incredible tolerance for punishment.  If that sounded like bragging I should let you know that I had to edit it about a thousand times before I could read it and not feel like I was describing Superman's meth-head clone.  I have a big ego, is what I'm trying to say.

This is almost enough space.

You see, being blessed with an ability to damage yourself with seemingly zero consequences doesn't really lead to good decision making skills.  When I was younger I didn't have many chances to explore my invincibility because my mother kept me on a microscopic leash.  She had seen how my Dad had handled himself and I think she wanted to keep tabs on me and my brother.  That never really worked.

She had to sleep sometime.

My point is that I never really developed what my friends would call, "a reasonable ability to avoid potential death."  Screaming my way out of hospitals because I had a BAC of only .245, not reading drug dosage suggestions, having my license suspended five times with no accidents that were my fault.  I fell asleep at the wheel one time and my Jeep totaled a van.  I keep saying the Jeep was driving at the time but no-one believed me.  It's a long story.

Anyway, this place is for those stories.  I will regale you with my stories of what is most certainly brain damage, and performing new stunts for the purpose of proving my invincibility.