Talk about dumb. I was leaning against an enormous uber-bale of cotton, flicking a bic, when Richard said with emphasis, "I'm standing over here." I looked up at the fluffy cotton wall, then I looked out toward the dusty horizon. Cotton, as far as the eye could see. Oops. "Maybe I'd better not smoke here."
So many ways to flick a bic and win a Darwin Award. Smoking in an oxygen tent, Smoking in an ammunition depot, Smoking while walking off a speeding bus, Smoking while dressed as a mummy. Smoking kills.
What am I doing on the road, you might ask? I am seeking to investigate accounts of darwin awards moments during zombie attacks, boneheaded moves that could have been avoided.
Yes I am aware of the irony that, with full knowledge aforethought, I am walking into areas of known infestations and pockets of zombie resistance. What can I say? I'm a Darwin Award waiting to happen.
Along the way, I'm teaching kids and adults to hula hoop! If you wish for a personal lesson or demonstration, contact me and we'll put you on our zombie tour.