"Why change a GOOD thing?!"

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"If it AIN'T BROKE, DON'T fix it."


Even BEFORE my HORRIFIC, "TRAUMATIC" car-accident, NUMBERS "governed" (METAPHORICALLY) my life.

NOW, it's APPROXIMATELY 6.48 FULL YEARS LATER.  When I maneuver in/about my rather ROOMY abode, I STILL regulate myself.

My MOTORIZED-wheelchair has a SPEED-regulator.
When I'm turning or backing-up, I generally travel at "Speed-ONE".
(The "SPEEDS" range from "ONE" to "FIVE".)
When I'm in a room, I go "Speed TWO".
When I'm moving through my "CAVERNOUS" family room, I USUALLY "move through" at "SPEED THREE".
HOWEVER, if I am feeling particularly "BADASS", I MAY "CRANK UP" the/my "SPEED" to "FOUR" … or even "FIVE".


IF I were to CRASH into something, let's HOPE I can--YET AGAIN--talk my way out of a ticket from authorities.
(Cross your fingers.)


(… Oh, wait.  I'M the "AUTHORITY" in MY HOUSE!)
(… WHEW!)



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