Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-One
I still don’t know what today is.
Down to six.
I always get what I want; I just do my best to do it the right way.
Tuesday morning rides.
Why am I here?
Hanger steak. Potatoes. Flatbread. Salad. Clif Lede. Rutherford. Roundabout Midnight Rock Block. Poetry. Walking by the Dark Side of the Moon.
Did he really ask me if I could roll over and let them have two free points? And is he asking me if I’m actually going to do it?
And now it’s over.
The tears are because you care.
We are doing something right.