You never get rid of every fucked up thing life throws you.
No matter how empty and light the baggage seems, you are still holding onto it dragging it from station to station.
-Me
Day: June 29, 2014
Driving Home
Mile 10:
There’s a hot girl on a motorcycle. She throws a wave to every biker she passes. Few, if any, toss it back. She’s hunched low, stretched out over the tank, her shirt blowing up revealing a pale pink bra when she accelerates. I’m envious instantly.
Mile 12:
From the Mind of [dot] Me 