Can't stop won't stop. Smokeafella records.

Ridin' dirty

I was writing my motorcycle high tonight. I don't want to do it anymore. It's an extra risk that I don't need to take. But unfortunately that means that I give up the motorcycle and not the weed. The weed has to go. It's been a little over a year that I stopped drinking. I started in with the weed about 9 months ago. I like the motorcycle more but like that sweet weed. - That sweet weed...there I am with that weed. Anyway, the weed needs to be cut down to the weekends. Job. Apartment. That's the plan.

I put a fresh coat of wax on the car yesterday. It was long overdue. It's been a while since I last took care of her. There's nothing like the feeling of driving around in a gleamingly clean car. Unfortunately since I waxed it and got up close I now also see all the imperfections that have come to reside on the car over the past 5 years. Still, many of the body panels still gleam after waxing. So soft to the touch, so soft.

Headed into the city tonight. Lunasa. My friend is having a graduation party - he just obtained his masters.