Ability to tell a story using a cowboy accent
Young Adult (18-35)
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
autobiographical narration excerpt from a salty piece of land by Jimmy Buffett. It all simply comes down to good guys and bad guys. As a kid, I wanted to be like roar. Rogers is a good guy, cowboy of all time. Roy and his horse Trigger would go riding through the movies, helping those in parallel, never seeming to sweat, get a scratch or wrinkle a pair of perfectly creased blue jeans. When the day was over, they would join the sons of high and ears by the campfire and sing the son to sleep. Now that is what I call the perfect job. One day long ago, in another place and another time, I was playing out my fantasy of being Roy with my childhood pals in the rolling hills above heartache, Wyoming, where I was raised, we were racing our horses bat out of **** style through the Aspen Grove that led to our little ranch. Like a true daredevil, I passed my friends in a wild sprint to the finish line. Once I had lied, I turned around to admire my move is the leader of the pack. Next thing I remember I was waking up on the ground, my head covered with blood, my left arm pointing in the wrong direction than pain. Lots of pain shooting through my young body. That's when I knew life wasn't a movie.