Danger is my business.

Hi, you guys! Hi! Sorry we’ve been on a bit of a hiatus. I take full responsibility again, on account of I dropped the ball two weeks in a row because -- well, honestly, the first time was work deadlines and the second time I was at Six Flags riding about one bajillion roller coasters. Which, by the way, is a perfect segue to the thing we’re talking about this week: What’s the most reckless thing you’ve ever done?

Pretty much once a week, Amy and Jenn take it in turns to tell me I don’t have any kind of survival instinct, all, “I mean, you’ve heard of the Darwin Awards, right?”

And it’s true. I do some really reckless shit, physically and emotionally. But it never feels reckless, even in retrospect. But let me tell you something that DID feel reckless. When I was at Six Flags last week, I rode a roller coaster called The Superman, and I thought for SURE it was going to kill me. The coaster track isn’t anything special, but the way they lock you in, it’s like you’re flying, and I seriously nearly pissed my pants when the feet restraints clamped my legs into position and the coaster tilted us forward.

(And I mean, I LOVE roller coasters. Love them, love them, love them. There were hardly any lines last week, and I rode The Batman like six times in a row.)

Anyway, whatever. The Superman scarred me for life.

See, it looks like this:

And then like this:


When we finished, the teenage dudes in front of us started chanting, “One more time! One more time! One more time!” And then we got off the coaster and I punched them in the nuts.

Like a superhero.