This was originally posted on the Tubbs web site.
Postholes, I love you.
I love that youíre like playing Russian roulette in the snow.
I love that youíre like turning the crank on a jack-in-the-box while terrified of clowns.
I love that youíre like Jenga when the tower it teetering.
I love the unpredictable certainty that Iíll punch through the crust of the snow and sink up to my knee. The dread, the acceptance, the possibility it wonít happen, followed by the shock it did.
The rest of this post is on the Tubbs web site.