Persevering Through Astounding Hardship

You need to save money, cause of the high gas prices. You jump on your bike, instead of driving. It's been quite a long time since you rode.

A half hour or so goes by, and before you know it, a half size grapefruit hits you squarely juice side first, in the face! You wished you were a cop. They keep driving naturally.

It was against the laws of nature, least human laws. You can't believe your dumb-luck. Your able to make it home never-the-less. You use your wit, after the quick clean-up. You forget high gas prices, and decide to go to the market place.

You’re going to cut your gas cost, another way. You’re going to use your juice-man juicer. You’re going to make your own V8 juice. You’re going to make gallons. This should pay for your gas to the market several times over!

You gather up your bulk bargains. You have celery, carrots, apples, garlic, spices, and more. You have the six pound gigantic size tomato sauce bulk cans. You bought three.

You have a old truck, in excellent shape, with canopy on top. You load up your light goods in your shell. You put your bulk six pound size cans, on your canopy. The canopy is around five or six feet high, give or take some.

You look down to check your wallet, and the time. Just then, right out of the blue, you think a earth-quake has struck. It's your innocent dumb-luck instead. A vehicle has hit you while parked. The half grapefruit in the face is nothing to you now.

Adrenalin has always had a quick start in your family. Naturally you re-act with the great impact. You duck slightly, and try to keep your feet. Just then the #1 six pound can, along with the #2, lets loose off your canopy.

You’re off balance, and start to tip over, as you figure your going to get hit in the head. You sway off sideways some and tip back from your bending point of origin. Bam you land, and the two cans hit you in both feet.

Hard to stomach this. Then you think this is it, and can #3, hits you in the belly. You haven't even thought of looking at the fools, least fool, who hit you.

You could have had a V8, pre-made. Today is your birthday! You’re too cheap, to pay the price! Well blame it not on midnight, but Exxon Valdez! I'm not one to judge, even on my own birthday. Let’s move on.

My advice is, that you with canopies, go against the grain some. Despite the health standards, and don't off-set your cans, least food of weight. Use the free ground space below. Think cheap, but safe!

Weep not, the home-made V8 juice healed me quick. I used a lot of garlic. Mine didn't taste as good as the original pre-made. The pain was enough to where I didn't care. Medicine is suppose to taste bad, it was said.

Now pain free, I can make V16 juice, least V8. I don't drive a V8. I don't like to think V8, at all. Still buy the V8 juice. They don't toss it at you like a grapefruit while riding your bike. Their good people, I suppose.

They could have saved me, from a lot of pain. Don't play games. Pay the price if its going to save your life, least spare you of even some pains. There's always time to be cheap safely later. A V8 isn't like paying for a gallon of gas.

If you have a V8, and drink it on the way to the pumps, it may change your mood some, about gas prices. You really need a V8, maybe several if you drive a V8. I'd rather have a V16, all in one chum. Driving you don't want to go for your next grab, if you don't have to.

Well, this was my bad day. I'm on my way, to celebrating my birthday on a off-date for it. Make a appointment to give yourself another birthday home-made date, right quick, should you have a bad day, such as this! Best Wishes!