Originally Posted by
becket
the only thing i have with me is my walking stick, when i remember to take it. i rely on my "6th sense" - if i get a bad feeling about a place, i leave. (after driving the 9 million miles through the mud to get to m57's "don't pushaw your luck" cache, i got out of my car, took 2 steps and got back in and left.) i do think about safety however. my friends keep telling me to get some pepper spray (which i would end up spraying in MY face.) my friend shay-shay was after me to take anything i had that sprayed - preferably hair spray. i told her the only spray stuff i had was butter flavored pam. geez!
It may only be a walking stick, but I've seen Becket wield it like a veteran Black Belt with a pike staff . . . she's lethal I tell ya. She may seem reserved and mild-mannered, but when she starts doing those aerial somersaults and blackflips and spinning that walking stick around everyone near her runs in fear.
"Courage is not the absence of fear, but the realization that there is something more important than fear."
"Death is only one of many ways to die."