On my way to buy insurance, the juiciest monster jumped into my path and bellowed a challenge. Now, even though I'd neglected to get myself back to full power from the previous pounding I'd taken, I just couldn't resist. Without thinking and forgetting my circumstances for the moment, I accepted the call to battle.
Imagine my surprise when the monster turned out to be tougher than I'd thought. He beat me to a pulp. As I lay dying in the dirt, I watched my last breath float away on the wind... along with my
antiballast
.
Luckily, a new life is quite easy to arrangeon Larkinor; But a new antiballast is a little more difficult. There's a happy ending to the story, though. Thanks to a lucrative robbing business, I was able to buy another one.
Life is good. :D ...
Unless you're Ralphie... and you've had to replace
eight
antiballasts ! That may just get a little discouraging. So...
Hats off to the guy that doggedly hung in there when many of us would have thrown our hands up in utter frustration and dispair... and just walked away.
;) :D
Smiles,
Zuni