It's a line used in the Miami Vice movie to describe fighting the odds, and how the eventually catch up. It also happens to be God's honest truth.
I fell off an attic staircase yesterday. Between losing my balance and getting firmly reacquainted with the concrete, I bounced off a car and a couple of garbage cans. The claw hammer in my hand left a nice dent in the hood. I also managed to sprain my right hand, twist the ankle I fractured in April, and wrench my back, which was healing from last week's demolition in the basement.
I feel like John McClane.
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