Hello out there in SG land. I've been somewhat scarce of late while I took some time to wallow in self pity. My apologies. I've been indulging in fascist architecture and elitist appliances while taking fa-a-ar too long to remodel this fucking house. I have become something of a hermit, contenting myself in my excessive underachievement and feeling the repercussions of the numerous bridges I have burned over the last few years. Too many a time I let shit slide because the offending party was an old friend, but I finally began to put my foot down after someone I loved with all my heart got fed up with my shit and cut me out of her life. And now, after making it a point not to let anyone get away with anything I perceive to be disrespectful, I have realized I no longer have the plethora of loyal friends I once considered my life, my world, my audience. A friend of mine in high-school had said something to me that will forever stick with me and has now proven to be quite poignant. He had recalled seeing me standing alone outside, before classes started, and said I had looked to him like a king pondering "Where have all my loyal subjects gone."
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Try not to let shit get you down. I do understand just what you're going through. I once dealt with dozens or even hundreds of people every day and knew so many people that my phone got full and I had to delete some people. I had a circle of (what I thought were) great friends. These days, it's me and my dad and two cats. Oh, and my motorcycle and this amplifier I'm building.
And yeah, the bike runs pretty damn good. I got in with a group of whipper snappers on their modern whizbang CBRs and GSXRs, and I kept up just fine... experience helps, I've been riding longer than most of those guys have been alive. Hell, my bike is older than those guys! Towards the end of my time with them, we got on the highway and punched it up to about 100 and stayed there, so I stepped out to the other lane and waled on it! I passed 'em all and took the next exit and headed for home. It felt good to show those kids what a fat old man on an old home made bike can do!