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15 April 2005 at 09:00
deadly decades
Kev nearly killed me, and himself, 10 years ago when we went to sea on his yacht in bad weather. He and his girlfriend got so seasick they could only lie vomiting in their cabin, at least that's what they said they were doing. I spent several hours teaching myself how to drive the thing and get us back to land. That may have been the last time I felt real sustained fear, the sort that drives even aetheists to bargain with God. The occasion before that was when I had cancer, 20 years ago this month, I should plan a celebration. Especially as the next angstfest must be due any day, according to the calendar.
