too much, too late...
Fog was beautiful this morning. I rode my bike down past Ross Bay Cemetery and out along the water, early as I could manage, before the sun burned off the mist and traffic noise ruined the calm. As I rode, I pondered my role here in Victoria; thought about who I am and what I'm doing here. It's been a few years now; almost time for me to pack bags and hit the road again. Maybe next Spring.
Electric cabs just don't sound right. It makes me uncomfortable; that extra slice of silence on the ride home. It's not like I really want to be sharing this ride with some hoochy barstar hoe-bag... its just I wish I didn't feel the need to escape before everyone else does. I guess I just get tired, of being the wallflower, these days. I can drink at home, for cheap, and hell, the music is a lot better here.
Vodka time. Whoo-ha.
Fog was beautiful this morning. I rode my bike down past Ross Bay Cemetery and out along the water, early as I could manage, before the sun burned off the mist and traffic noise ruined the calm. As I rode, I pondered my role here in Victoria; thought about who I am and what I'm doing here. It's been a few years now; almost time for me to pack bags and hit the road again. Maybe next Spring.
Electric cabs just don't sound right. It makes me uncomfortable; that extra slice of silence on the ride home. It's not like I really want to be sharing this ride with some hoochy barstar hoe-bag... its just I wish I didn't feel the need to escape before everyone else does. I guess I just get tired, of being the wallflower, these days. I can drink at home, for cheap, and hell, the music is a lot better here.
Vodka time. Whoo-ha.
What I wouldn't do to have a Vodka & Cran...