somehow, a quick jaunt to buy some smokes turned into me burning through the desert in the national reserve area down the road called 'red rock.'
such a beautiful view -- huge, red mountains carving through a sky that never seemed to meet a horizon. it went on and on and still, i can't grasp no end to it. human fault, right? completely unable to comprehend infinite and never-ending.
this pleasant experience was only marred by the fucking armies of cyclists along the narrow two lane road; numerous times i thought of how funny it would be to just plow through them and scream 'god's mercy on you swine!' like some crazed anti-cyclist vigilante. don't these fuckers own automobiles? do they not realize the damage that could be wrought upon their person by hanging out in the middle of the fucking road when there's little room to manuever around them? yet they seem to have the sort of mindset that either says 'this guy won't hit me' or 'fuck him, respect me, share the road!' you stupid bastard, fucking move! this jeep is NEW, i don't want to spend the new 4 hours picking your entrails from my radiator and trying to explain to the insurance company why the dent in my front quarter-panel closely resembles the profile of a human being.
share the road -- it works two ways. damned cyclists.
that said, i do believe it's time i restarted my workout regimen. nearly a month of sitting on my ass and drinking too much has made me feel horribly slobbish. 8am on a saturday morning, why not?
such a beautiful view -- huge, red mountains carving through a sky that never seemed to meet a horizon. it went on and on and still, i can't grasp no end to it. human fault, right? completely unable to comprehend infinite and never-ending.
this pleasant experience was only marred by the fucking armies of cyclists along the narrow two lane road; numerous times i thought of how funny it would be to just plow through them and scream 'god's mercy on you swine!' like some crazed anti-cyclist vigilante. don't these fuckers own automobiles? do they not realize the damage that could be wrought upon their person by hanging out in the middle of the fucking road when there's little room to manuever around them? yet they seem to have the sort of mindset that either says 'this guy won't hit me' or 'fuck him, respect me, share the road!' you stupid bastard, fucking move! this jeep is NEW, i don't want to spend the new 4 hours picking your entrails from my radiator and trying to explain to the insurance company why the dent in my front quarter-panel closely resembles the profile of a human being.
share the road -- it works two ways. damned cyclists.
that said, i do believe it's time i restarted my workout regimen. nearly a month of sitting on my ass and drinking too much has made me feel horribly slobbish. 8am on a saturday morning, why not?
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