This Is This

When I was a kid I once set up a hammock up in my room. The thing about them is that they have to be set up really tight in order to give you some support.

Without my parents knowing, after the lights went out, I got out of bed and I tied one end of the hammock to my wardrobe rail and all the way across the room on my door handle I hung the other end, along with my notions of a life of swashbuckling adventure as I climbed up into it and drifted off to sleep.

When my parents came in to check on me before they went to bed, I was roused from my slumbers when they turned the handle, which released the hammock like a snare, tangled me up in the netting and sent me crashing three feet to the ground on a cold stone floor.

Have a good weekend.

I’ll be fine. No, really. I’ll catch you up.

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