There is a part of my brain that causes me to engage in certain troublesome activities. When this part of my brain is presented with some choice to do something that I may never again get to do my life, this part of my brain forces me to consent. While living in Costa Rica, I ended up on top of a bull in cowboy boots borrowed from a real, working cowboy. I only informed my mother of this decision once I was safely back in the good ol’ US of A.
