“Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem.”
I was ten yrs old when I wrestled with an octopus in his domain. It took a while but I won. He tasted great.
I have no desire to wrestle an Octopus. Recently I had to wrestle with the IRS. I'm done wrestling, thank you very much. My weekend? It involves vodka and bicycles.
Vodka & bicycles... my first vision was road rash... wait! That wasn't a vision it was a memory!Good luck this weekend...
I used to spend time wrestling with my conscience, but finally said the hell with it.