therightbastard

Sometimes, I feel like I'm riding a rocket launched from the edge of the abyss. I almost feel obligated to change my name to 'Lucky', buy a winning lottery ticket, and enlist to go to the Middle East.

Why would I do such a thing, you might ask?

Because so much is suddenly going right, I feel almost obligated to play the role of the guy in the war movie who shows the hero the picture of his pregnant wife before going out on the suspiciously innocuous recon mission.

I have a fabulous, intelligent, romantic sweetheart of a girlfriend.

I have a job that pays four times what I've ever earned, that will last as long as I deserve it to, and that I can work while wearing my cowboy hat and no pants, if I so choose.

Soon, I will have a loft to call my own, and to throw dinner parties in, and where I can tie the aforementioned girlfriend to the dinner table once the guests have gone home.

And then I will pull the cover of of Dawnrazor, my Kawasaki Ninja ZX636 motorcycle, and I will drive into the desert to buy the first pair of New Rocks I have been able to afford in almost six years.

I said something a while back about taking risks. And even though there was a time when I had no money in my wallet, and no food in my belly, and I was sleeping in a borrowed bed beneath a borrowed roof, I've learned something that was worth all of it, and more.

I can walk the walk.