I've flirted and danced with her plenty in my life. Stupidly, defiantly, but I've always come out unscathed. Real dumb shit too, not just like unprotected sex, or takin one girl out and seeing another girl you're messing with (knowing that both of them are shit house crazy). I mean, driving home from the bar, drunk beyond drunk, on the expressway, sleepy and or falling asleep, in the rain or snow, and texting with my speakers blaring, waking up just in time to make crucial life saving turns. Going to places where I know I don't know anyone, with the potential threat of enemies lying in the background waiting for me to be alone. Headed to some chicks crib before her crazy ass boyfriend gets off work. Not only danger, death has been a possible circumstance also. Yeah, real fucked up stupid shit. That casino stressed me out, but nothing should ever make me feel how I did or do the things I've done. I don't like this characteristic, but I can't shake it. Its like a disease I couldn't get rid of. For the time being I have it floundered and taken care of. Hopefully if I'm in the position again where I'm stressed I won't do such drastic or damaging things. She's so fucking sexy, but I've been doing a pretty good job of staying away from her. Danger used to be a physical being, but I'm glad she's out of my life. Seeing her @ my niece and nephews school during their winter recital brought back old memories, but all bad. How my face was almost blown off on accident, as well as all the other pain, bullshit, lies, and torment 33 caused me. There are something you should just know better about, and while others do, you could always find Ryan & Danger flirting and dancing. Times have changed however. I'm older and smarter now. My foolish tendencies have waned and my wisdom has taken over.
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