scooter runs. job pays. taps flow. friends love. moustache grows. happy man. i may be awkward, i may be nervous, but dammit, the center can and will hold.
go east young man. flying towards dallas at five in the afternoon. gunshows and girls she'd said. what the hell. i'm off. bad driver. too much fun. a few days later things look good. one day later i realise i have no business trying.
girl left. house is gone. bike broke down. at least i got my health. (cough) officially on the schedule at the mushroom. i suppose that's kinda alright. dammit. i don't know what to do anymore. too damned much. resiliency is a limited resource.