It’s Getting Deep

I’m certainly not the smartest guy around. But, I know bullshit when I hear it. And did I ever get a truckload recently. The details are unimportant. I suppose, if a person tells themselves something long enough and adamantly enough, it becomes “fact” to them. Boy oh boy.



Just when you think life is getting dull you run into a person who makes things interesting. I’m sort of relieved to know there are some out there even more fucked up than I am.

In another instance, there’s a blog I follow for that purpose – to remind me, no matter what, there’s someone who’s more fucked up than me. I’ll not point to it or link to it. That wouldn’t be very nice. Not that I’m feeling particularly nice these days.

As Kenny Powers says, “…..a true champion, face to face with his darkest hour, will do whatever it takes to rise above. A man fights, and fights, and then fights some more. Because surrender is death, and death is for pussies.”

Sometimes it’s enough to make a dude throw his hands up and yell, “Fuck it! I’m going to Spearfish!” And then pack some clothes, grab a tent and some gear, load a bike, and do so.

I feel like burning a proverbial bridge. With a flame thrower.

Ride On.