One Of My Streaks Is Over
As near as I can recall, the last time I got stung by anything was about 1988. It was on my hand in our old studios on South Billings Boulevard. And now, I’ve got to start a new streak as I got stung yesterday.
We were riding the 4 wheelers up in the mountains near Red Lodge about 4 in the afternoon. We were headed back to camp, and I was doing 35 mph and the little bugger got caught between my glasses stem and my face. And I got stung.
I kind of forgot about how much it hurts. Also, forgot what kind of language I’m capable of. I owe the “Cuss Jar” a buck fifty.