Kemah Bullet

I've got ice on my neck right now.

Took my dad and mom to the Aquarium. Then my dad surprised me by wanting to try out "The Bullet", which opened four days ago.

We got on the back... after all it's "The Bullet"... the little cartoon... the cuty... the widdle Kemah rollercoaster.

It whooped me so hard... I think I was too stiff... and instead of being jostled... I was contorted... stiff muscles being cracked...

Somewhere in the middle of all the lumber flying... I thought I should relax and do the rag-doll... and that helped... And for a moment... I couldn't hear my dad... wondered if my dad was dying or dead... all in the midst of sticks flying all over the place...

And I was thinking... "This can't be legal. This is going to hurt somebody." But maybe my reaction was due to my neck... I knew I was hurt... and the thing just kept plunging and twisting... through sticks... halls of jittering sticks... faster... vibrating in some percussion instrument... contorted... boards... bolts... and pain in my neck.

And then I thought, "I wonder if people think surfing is like this.... I wonder if they think it is some huge thrill. And I wondered if people would be dissappointed that the thrill of surfing is nothing like this insane thing."

I wondered if people on bad drug trips felt like this rollercoaster...

It wasn't scary. I tried to explain that to Kaley and she said, "I understand. It was happening." I said, "Yeah. Exactly!"

And I thought, "If I am hurt, I wonder if my dad is okay." And more sticks came. Then strobe lights. But my dad was laughing... so I kept thinking, "Well at least he is okay... I hope."