There’s lots of shit I’ve nailed with the caveat that there’s not a lot of it that is particularly honorable or worthy of mention. For example, I’ve nailed driving home drunk. I have. Take me out and shoot me, but the awful fact is, I have. And, in order to rectify that, I’ve stopped driving drunk and taken to riding legless. I’ve nailed that too including manipulating on coming traffic whilst cruising through red lights, Obasan style.
I’ve nailed a few good women, too. Nothing wrong with that. Nailing a girl is heaven on a stick. It is. I can’t expect the whole world to fully appreciate the analogy, but there is nothing quite like getting a girl and nailing her, DOWN. Just being honest, in a loving kind of way after all I’m a man of sorts.
Then there are the things I haven’t quite nailed down. I’ve tacked down the tarpaulin- kind of stopped it flapping in the wind, but I’d be kidding myself if I thought for a minute that I had it nailed. There’re a few shags in there, too. I can only hope they appreciated the taps, the knocks, the ineptness, and intent, ‘cause in plain speak, I wanted to nail them but mostly bruised a thumb.
Then there’s the shit that I really haven’t a clue how to hold the hammer, place the nail or direct the force. I have no craft just an awareness of circumstance. Shit like that gives me a real hard on.