Two old men walking together along the border of the marina, one of them describing something shaped like a box with his arms. I ride by and know I'll forget about him in a few minutes and never think about him again.
constantly worried about the quick release on my front wheel popping while I ride at high speed, and the wheel flying off and the forks digging into the pavement and my skull smashing. That's how my friend died.
Figured out how to hop just before a big bump or crack in the path, don't have to pull the whole bike with me but time it so my weight is up and I can still keep control
speaking from my diaphragm, I can control my speech better
organize my mind with a planner keeps thoughts in places easy to access, reduces mental clutter, able to remember things better
"What's with that guy, why is he so unfriendly?" This has been said about me multiple times. I am sorry. I pushed the taciturn thing too far. There will now be a backlash
Read about suicide again. Ug, how stupid and embarrassing. Still I can't decide what sort of thing to write?
The sensual is to ever present, it undermines my ambitions.
I have a lot to say about gender, but need to organise my thoughts on it before I talk about it again. people are starting to get the wrong idea.
Easy doesn't enter in to adult life.
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I've never worried about my front tire popping off until now.
It started raining today, for the first time since we've been here, but by all accounts it will now never stop until 2007.
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