My mother's older brother is somewhat of a legend in our family. People meet my mother, her parents or other siblings first, and they can hardly believe Kent is the eldest son. All of my cousins, brothers and sisters adore him, as he brings much needed "spice" to the family. I believe he takes himself for a renaissance man, but I prefer to view him as the rugged adventurer - his age be damned!!! He is my "Jack London" inspiration...
One of Kent's defining characteristics has been his ponytail... I think the first time I saw it was ten years ago at my sister's wedding. Well, things often change - sometimes for better reasons than others. The ponytail is no more! Kent recently went on a scuba diving trip with a few friends. While in the drink, Kent found himself face to face with a whale shark... Of course his first instinct was to unsheath the K-Bar strapped to his thigh and plunge the blade into the demon's forehead-right between the eyes... Next, his training would compel him to swing around and mount the beast (twisting the blade of the knife as he spun around) - and ride it to the surface, a cloud of blood and flesh in their wake. Unfortunately his lack of grooming conspired against him as his beautiful hair became a curse - wafting around his head obscuring his vision. Kent must have fallen back on the "mind-bullets" he learned in some god-forsaken jungle at the feet of a Cambodian shaman, because the shark turned tail and ran - never knowing how close it had come to being gutted and strung up on the pier.
In any event, the hair is gone... and so is the shark's last chance. Be warned you devils of the deep.
One of Kent's defining characteristics has been his ponytail... I think the first time I saw it was ten years ago at my sister's wedding. Well, things often change - sometimes for better reasons than others. The ponytail is no more! Kent recently went on a scuba diving trip with a few friends. While in the drink, Kent found himself face to face with a whale shark... Of course his first instinct was to unsheath the K-Bar strapped to his thigh and plunge the blade into the demon's forehead-right between the eyes... Next, his training would compel him to swing around and mount the beast (twisting the blade of the knife as he spun around) - and ride it to the surface, a cloud of blood and flesh in their wake. Unfortunately his lack of grooming conspired against him as his beautiful hair became a curse - wafting around his head obscuring his vision. Kent must have fallen back on the "mind-bullets" he learned in some god-forsaken jungle at the feet of a Cambodian shaman, because the shark turned tail and ran - never knowing how close it had come to being gutted and strung up on the pier.
In any event, the hair is gone... and so is the shark's last chance. Be warned you devils of the deep.
1 comment:
what no photo of the cut at least the back of his head, i am excited to see it. This news is probably the biggest of the big. It will probably give his parents ...(I had to erase that in case it does happen).
Post a Comment