Rockwell Through The Tubes

As a kid, I was a complete and utter tomboy, living the princess life in a castle on a hill.  I don’t mean that figuratively.  The place I called home was north of the metro area, nestled among the trees as any respectable manor should be.  The 5500 square foot, brick, stone, and wooden tudor presided over the estate like a monarch.  If it were humanly possible, I would have fallen out of every single tree on the property, given enough time.  

King of the Road, Master of Potholes

Modern medicine.  An endless source of wonder and swelling of pride for human accomplishment.  And also a throbbing, pus filled boil on the anus of my life.