A story about me
This page is boring so I’m going to attempt to spice it up by mentioning the time when I was about 12 years old that I accidentally shot the air conditioning unit with my bow and arrow. Hit it right in the compressor, the arrow shot backwards about six feet, and the entire neighborhood came out to see what the horribly loud, high-pitched scream of escaping freon was all about.
Good times. And a good thing I have understanding parents.
