The first day I started hitting boxen, I had a draggy one that threw me off it onto my shoulder. The proximal cause was because the board was sticky, but the real reason was because I was standing too tall. Since I've been making sure that my knees are bent, I haven't bailed like that.
Yeah, that's me, Tracer Bullet. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead,
the rest bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm
a private eye.