Pain is just weakness leaving your body.
I write one-sentence stories when I'm bored in meetings.

I can fly an airplane, code a web application, get an arm bar, order a beer in 10 languages (I'm working my way up to 50), accurately define socialism, and name the supreme court justices. I am on a seven year road trip that has taken me up the West coast and across the plains.

I love parking at Falcon Field in the middle of the night to watch airplanes land, empanadas from that little Argentian place on Sawtelle, wheat beer on the Venice boardwalk and Hammerheads on Hawthorne, hot coffee and Sunday morning brunch, books you carry around with you even after you've finished them, the smell of campfires, that sore warm feeling after a workout, and apparently listing things I love.