Woke up at 5 AM. Rode my motorcycle well over 100 miles. Ran a 10 K with my sister. Got sunburned. Rode some more. Had a beer with my best friend from 3rd grade. Got a hair cut and talked about Caz (a kid from high school I played football with) who is now blind from explosive shrapnel in Iraq. And I am lonely. I ride, and I feel awake. But
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