One by One

I'm pretty sure that there's an analogy for our way of life tied up in this, somewhere.



Also, this.

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Fuck Facebook and all of its whiny blathering idiots. I'm taking up residency here.

Now...

BMX State of Mind

I almost never eat the fancy cereals with oats and "20 essential vitamins". I like the ones with sugar--anything that tastes like chocolate.

When I hear or read about people that spend most of their time trying to drown themselves in self-pity--and doing their damnedest to pull others in with them--I feel like punching someone.

Just because you've gone to college, or you have a job with a desk and some business cards, it doesn't actually make you an adult--experiencing life outside of that box does, but it doesn't mean that it's for the better.

When you go to work, you speak to people. They're people that use large words, ones that really carry some weight. When I go to work, I talk to people, and we lightly shoot the shit.

I'm sure when you're sitting on the bus, every day, on your regular commute, you're glad it's warm, or that the air conditioning keeps you cool.

When I go to work, I ride a "little kid bike". And, on the worst days, I'm only getting exercise.

Most days are without sympathy for change.

I can't drink coffee without
dribbles running down the side.
I can't leave the house
without a shit, shower, and brushing my teeth.

When I'm done with my shower, I
brush my beard
and my hair.

When I brush my teeth,
I can't help but gag.

Every morning,
it's rice, eggs, and
some kind of meat.
It's coffee, maybe
orange juice,
or a couple glasses of Kool-aid.

I wear long underwear--because
it's March and
New England is
cold and
wet.

I wear two pairs of socks.
I wear two t's and a flannel.
I wear a rain coat.

It's eight miles of
biking
to get into work, then
eight hours,
at least,
then eight miles home.

Wallride

No more time for sitting in the trees and waiting.

The town I grew up in had two
Filipino
families.
Mine was one, sort of,
and the other one lived down the street.

The town I grew up in
had the Mexicans on the South side,
in the lower cost
area of town.
And there was also
the ones that lived out
by the fields.

In the town I grew up in
I think we knew the handful of blacks.
And, just maybe
we knew all the gays.

In the town I grew up in,
they now have White Flight.
Even though they won't tell you,
it's all
because of the blacks.

Really though,
there still
aren't that many.

The town I grew up in
I've now
outgrown.

The town
I grew up
in now
has one less.