Okay, back in the early in 80's when I was a student at the San Francisco Art Institute, I use to teach a workshop called MAT. It was an experimental music and theatre workshop. We would perform pieces like Gamelon 9, Draw A Straight Line, Dueling Monologues On Ladders and then go out for pizza. One gloomy San Francisco night, I was feeling particularly cocky. So, I bet everyone at the workshop that I could run up the wall and touch the ceiling. This was in the world famous George Kuchar Studio 8. Those walls are pretty damn tall. Anyhow, I went for it. To my surprise I actually did run up the wall until I was completely horizontal with the ground. I almost made it to the top. The problem is due to my stupid bravado I neglected to remember that what goes up, must come down. I fell back down and broke my left wrist...the nervicular which takes a long time to heal. I was embarrassed, in pain and depressed. I had to wear a cast for several months. A very nice neighbor would help me cook food and do my dishes. It was kind and I don't know if I said thank you properly. So, I'd like to take the time and do it now. A very hearty thank you to the gentle soul that helped the lanky lad out.