when i was a youngster i was under the belief that i could do anything.
i played baseball all day in the summer time with maybe one can of warm grape soda
never water, and barely any food, and we played till the sun went down.
the realization that i couldnt do anything coincided with the day someone threw me a curve ball.
the ball looked like it was spinning to my head but then swerved right across the plate.
that next day i discovered that my girlfriend at the time, in art class
was playing footsies with the guy next to me
as she was playing footsies with me.
then i moved to california and nothing bad ever happened again.