...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Saturday, November 29, 2008
nothing like some hot coffee and the open road
you know,
sometimes the best laid plans of mice and men don't come to pass.
even moreso when you plan it late.
or half assed.
and the bastard us guilty of both.
you see, my mother called me up a couple weeks ago (or emailed me or some crap) and asked if the mofo and i could do something with the elder for his birthday and iwas game and so was the mofo.
either way, some fills couldn't make it and that was a bit of a bummer but, everything looks better after an aimless ride around and a cup of coffee to round it out.
I hope I have enough gas to get to a gas station.
-the bastard
Labels:
moto,
THE FHILLS,
the machine,
the streets,
year of the bastard
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