well, for the third straight day theres a strange wetness on the ground, not something you see 'round these parts often. us lucky lizards here in the desert had an 18 day run of beautimus sunshine, until thursday that is, dammit i wanted to ride today ! oh well, i still havent got my fork back so shit, its a washed out day. "quack", ducks go to oregon, thats what ive been led to believe, isnt that right "mr flipper lipper ?" my other best friend lives in eugene, oregon, ive been out to see him and his wife sher' a number of times now but have strangely rode my bikes very little while there. not hard to do though, when i go to visit them we go out to the coast most times, being as "the red desert lizard" sees little water in his world. the ocean has always had a draw to me, as im sure it does many, and getting to hang out with my bro and camp on the beach aint a bad way to go. although the mckenzie calls to me and i wont be able to resist much longer.
some thing you are going to find about my blog is i wont be talking about political crap, im not going to talking about civil rights, im not going to talk about societal issues, im not going to talk about economic problems, unless related to bikes of course. this is going to be the rantings of a half crazed, half baked, ex meth cook, ex con, turned bike junkie. ive come from places that people dont come from, only monsters come from the places i layed my head. the odds i have beaten to make it to this point, sitting here on this computer writing about the frayed ends of my sanity, are astronomical, we are talking about lottery odds here people, before i left the prison i was told that a bed would be waiting for my return, that the odds said i would be back, in fact the odds said i wouldnt even make it 6 months. 87% of convicted drug felons who do at least 2 years in a federal prison and then are released start getting high again, or commit another drug crime and end up back in the system within 6 months. of those 13 % that make it past that time a staggering 97% return within a year. now my math sucks for the most part, so i will just estimate that i am a fucking miracle ! and there is no way in heaven or hell that i would have made it with out my bikes and the people ive met on them.
to this day i still have no idea what im doing, i dont always deal with society that great, i have a terrible position on authority figures, and i generally find that people are stupid and unaware of whats going on around them. i dont understand the way things work for the most part, i try to grasp the methods in which to pursue things the way its all set up, but i get a fucking head ache trying to figure it all out. come on now, one cant think that one could destroy ones brain with 17 years of one abuse or another and end up being able to have rational cognitive thought, right ? i dont know, i just get on my bike when i get all this confusion built up, doesnt make it go away, but at least i dont think about it for awhile. "quack", fuckin rain, i wanna ride my bike... here lizard lizard lizard.............
some thing you are going to find about my blog is i wont be talking about political crap, im not going to talking about civil rights, im not going to talk about societal issues, im not going to talk about economic problems, unless related to bikes of course. this is going to be the rantings of a half crazed, half baked, ex meth cook, ex con, turned bike junkie. ive come from places that people dont come from, only monsters come from the places i layed my head. the odds i have beaten to make it to this point, sitting here on this computer writing about the frayed ends of my sanity, are astronomical, we are talking about lottery odds here people, before i left the prison i was told that a bed would be waiting for my return, that the odds said i would be back, in fact the odds said i wouldnt even make it 6 months. 87% of convicted drug felons who do at least 2 years in a federal prison and then are released start getting high again, or commit another drug crime and end up back in the system within 6 months. of those 13 % that make it past that time a staggering 97% return within a year. now my math sucks for the most part, so i will just estimate that i am a fucking miracle ! and there is no way in heaven or hell that i would have made it with out my bikes and the people ive met on them.
to this day i still have no idea what im doing, i dont always deal with society that great, i have a terrible position on authority figures, and i generally find that people are stupid and unaware of whats going on around them. i dont understand the way things work for the most part, i try to grasp the methods in which to pursue things the way its all set up, but i get a fucking head ache trying to figure it all out. come on now, one cant think that one could destroy ones brain with 17 years of one abuse or another and end up being able to have rational cognitive thought, right ? i dont know, i just get on my bike when i get all this confusion built up, doesnt make it go away, but at least i dont think about it for awhile. "quack", fuckin rain, i wanna ride my bike... here lizard lizard lizard.............
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