Just when things are looking awesome…BAM some drunk guy comes outta nowhere and slams his body into your car, breaking your side mirror, injuring himself, and causing a shit ton of stress wondering what happens now. Oh yeah and it feels weird to drive now.
Shits cool
So first off, I did a lot of bitching for a long time. Shit happens. I’m not taking back what I said during those times. They were shit times. It happened. I was pissed. Now, I’m doing alright. I’m a bike mechanic and I dig it. I’m still pretty much living out of a closet but it’s ok.
A good friend is now in a bad spot. Laid up in the hospital, recovering from a serious motorcycle wreck. His spirits are ridiculously high for his condition. But that’s who he is, an awesome high spirited dude. He finds the good in everything. He will recover and walk again and he will still be a great dude.
Always thinking about ya buddy, trying to have that same mentality.
Boom.
After the storm
Is another fucking storm.
When I’m old
I don’t know what stories I will tell but I hope it isn’t all the dreams that’s I’ve dreamt. I want to live my life and have my own stories. Those are the stories I wanna tell, of my life, what I did, what I decided, what I became.
Dreams are nice and good but I want to be awake and live.
I’m real good at getting turned down. Heyo!
Going America all over their asses
In the back of a pickup heading to RI with a bunch of good dudes. Pulling a trailer with our bikes, listening to gaslight, still lightening outside. Awesome way to start the 4th! See you VA in a week, New England see you soon.
