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The Running Bets

I like to bet. For those of you who have read the story about how I was a professional gambler, this is obvious. What I don't like to do is exercise. At one point in my life, these two activities joined to provide an interesting story.

I have a friend named Hayden. He likes to bet me. For a while we had a running string of bets, and I was down overall because I failed to get 10x his score in a Tony Hawk competition. At one point I was one of the top 10 Tony Hawk players in the world. That lasted for about 5 minutes until someone from Japan beat my score.

Hayden and I sat across from my kitchen table.

An Accident

On The Fox's Tail

The safety harness clicked in place and I felt the wind rush to my face inviting me to fall down with it. I was ebullient, yet tense and anxious at the same time.

“Almost done.” Informed the man behind me, in a very perfunctory manner, “Now be careful, ok? No fooling around whilst you are in the air or you can plummet down further than you are meant to and that could result in big accidents! You understand?” He questioned, a fetid smell arousing from his breath.

I nodded my head, taking in a deep, shaky breath.

“I understand.”

“Good.” Came the reply, “Now, you are ready to go…oh wait! You forgot your-“

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