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And We All Fall Down

It's the one reality of any person partaking in any sport that poises you three feet above the ground, semi - crouched while traveling down a steep incline. We name it falling. Yes, yesterday I took a hefty spill at Frick Park while attempting a single-track that I wasn't prepared for. One twist with a tree in the way and I went straight down. Luckily, not over my handle bars, just on my thin, sweet ass. I find it amazing what goes through your mind while traveling in the air, down a hill, on roots, with a gay-ass helmet on. "Will they find me here?". "I hope I don't pass out and shit myself". Did I turn the stove off'"? Anyway, I didn't hurt anything serious, just the pride. I'll be back tomorrow.



Get to the Point

So it looks like I'll be at the Cedar Point this weekend. Finally a weekend that doesn't look like the weather at some white-trash wedding. You all know what I mean. Those weddings in the middle of trashville always get rained on and the kids end up playing around my car in the fucking mud. Yeah, that weather.



Today's Song:
Nothing....I'm tired of music already....null