Tuesday, May 15, 2007

A Promise, Broken

I did something this morning that I ordinarily don't like to do: I broke a promise.

To myself.

That I made nearly 20 years ago.

When I was a young lad of 17 years of age, I made a solemn promise to myself: Whenever the song "Born to be Bad" by George Thorogood came on the radio, I would light up a cigarette.

(Hey, I was 17. When you're a pudgy prep school kid trying desperately to be a badass, smoking is one way to go...)

Well, thanks to the wonders of Sirius Satellite radio and Channel 15 ("Classic Rewind"), I heard "Born to be Bad".

But no cigarette - I quit 6 ½ years ago. "Born to be Bad" may have been my favorite song at 17, but it apparently was hurtled off the planet soon thereafter...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

God allows u-turns.

Mike