There’s this thing called sledding that people sometimes do when it gets cold enough to freeze your dog solid and a few inches of snow happens to be covering the ground. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. I’m sure many of you have even participated in it at some point in your life. Nothing beats memories of your parents dragging you to a large hill when you’re barely old enough to walk, and then pushing you off of it on a small plastic board at fantastic speeds. It’s where every good childhood scar starts. I, personally, haven’t really gone sledding much in my life. And the only reason I’d consider going now is to simply try and hurt myself and the other people I’m with as much as humanly possible. Which is exactly the mindset I was in the other day when Super Friend Ronnie asked me if I felt like dying. I replied with a swift “God yes” and the deal was done.