That time I laid down under a train.

The most important person in the world to me is a 12 year old girl. She’s got her own hopes, dreams, hobbies and such. On occasion, though, she answers the phone. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to keep a 12 year old’s interest. I don’t know if it’s the best parenting to tell her about the time you laid down under a train. I just know that at the end of the call I get an “I love you.” and I call that a good day.