Thursday, August 2, 2007
...they'll put he died of exercise and love.
Sometimes the very things that destroy us give us pleasure. We're all somewhat guilty of that. aren't we? My dad got pleasure from gambling. But ultimately, the gambling destroyed him. Meanwhile, I'm trying to get pleasure from relatively positive addictions. Such as exercise. Maybe the exercise will destroy me some day. I'll drop dead from exercise. I'm also addicted to love. Maybe that'll do me in some day, too. Imagine that...on my death certificate, they'll put he died of exercise and love. --Jim Broede
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