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The last ride

The last ride. The day was good. I was up and out of bed early. I showered and went out for coffee. I was on my motorbike. It’s slick and low and loud. I wore my boots with no socks. … Continue reading

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The Fear

The Fear. I don’t want to think about where I am. That’s what I was hoping the whiskey and Mexican beer would help with. It was a toss up between a couple of drinks, or a Xanex and a nap … Continue reading

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