Mechanical bulls, evil ministers, and too much alcohol - the perfect combo for trouble! Feeling left put? Just go back and read the first three installments - I promise you'll be up to snuff in no time!
I seated myself, borrowed black hat in place, doubling up on the strap - gripping with my knees like I was back in dressage class. For a split second I considered what might be the better part of valor. This bull riding craze was stupid and dangerous, and I was way too wasted to be participating in any way. Part of me saw myself leave - but that was the floaty me. In reality, I stayed right where I was.
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