I used to write stories about riding bicycles. About training, traveling & racing. About my friends that were faster than me. About sleeping on sofas and drinking coffee. About lycra and tan lines. Now I just write about sitting on my ass and driving around Phoenix, Arizona in my “experienced” domestic automobile.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Saw a guy the other day on the drive in, sitting at a bus stop, crackin’ a forty, at 8:00 am. I looked over at him tipping that shit back, as the light before me went green, and thought, hell yeah. I like what you’re thinking there, buddy. You can’t stay drunk all day if you don’t start early. Words to live by.
Dude’s a hero. Happy Friday.by