A good cause for a good heart …
The Roast of Steve Loynd:
Before I get into details, specifics, and slander that may put in play my own umbrella policy … I want to send a message to a man. Steve Loynd, there’s an abundance of people who care for you. They like you. Dare I write that they admire you. So, well wishes my man. I can only hope that this provides a bit of chicken soup for a stellar soul.
I “met” Steve Loynd in our early days on Active Rain. He was one of my early supporters, even when I wrote crap. That, in of itself, is impressive since I wrote an abundance of it back in the day. But he’d comment and add his two pennies and be on his way. Almost everytime.
Who was this Steve Loynd guy anyway?
So I went to his blog. I saw mountains, high places, and mountains. That will prove ironic momentarily.
His blog was a vision. An art form brought to life about something greater than the common land we habitate.
I actually started following his blog and found myself (gulp), actually enjoying it. Years later, here I sit writing my first piece of crap blog in a long time after finding out Mr. Loynd fell off a high place and injured himself. There’s nothing really funny about that on the surface (especially when he landed on it) but what a doof!
Listen Steve, I don’t formally know you and there are few ways to be nice about this … but what the heck were you doing on a 30 foot ladder? I saw you shirt-less, even before this, and wouldn’t trust you on a foot stool.
Good grief, lad. John Denver called, “At least he was in a plane.” You are in freaking New Hampshire!
While I don’t mean to harp on this, let’s invest in a net and severe training via the Ninja Warrior work-out going forward.
Steve will survive all this but my major concern is Steve is a pretty good looking guy. Remember Don Johnson from Miami Vice? Yep, that’s Steve. Just without the chest hair and WITH falling off a god damn 30 ft. ladder! And now he lay temporarily out of commission (no pun intended) because he thought New Hampshire was Colorado and he could invoke John Denver into his funeral proceedings. No such luck, chap. You’re scarred, not broken. Not yet.
Seriously Steve, the next time you climb that proverbial stairway to heaven, make sure you are right with God. Or at least have a competent ladder.
And a net ….
And a spotter …
And an account with Aflac …
Steve Loynd, I know you like I know you. But when I read and saw, my heart did a hiccup that isn’t to be taken lightly.
Steve Loynd, there’s an abundance of people who care for you. They like you. Dare I write that they admire you. So, well wishes my man. I can only hope that this provided a bit of chicken soup for a stellar soul.
Get well, buddy. Knock on heaven’s door another time. They ain’t ready yet.
And get off the freaking ladder!
Gently ... ;)