If It Feels Good Do It

GRANDEUR
the thing about a rendezvous is, it’s easy for it to not happen. what would I do if A didn’t text me about where to meet her, her seven friends, and her sister who liked to get drunk and be crude?
I thought about that in the heat of Vegas. 105 degrees.
room 763 in a [...]

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ACTUALLY THIS ONE I JUST FORGOT AND I DON’T KNOW HOW THE EFF I DID
Before I was making an inter uh state reputation for myself, I was an anonymous badboy in the background.

Remember A? She took the above picture of her friend when I was still sitting by myself.
I saw A using me as background [...]

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IT’S ALL CONNECTED
Another multiple choice question listed at the end of the CHOPPER magazine that I bought was

Usually the most slippery place to ride is…
A. The center of the lane.
B. Near the shoulder.
C. Down the Hershey Highway.
D. Sue & Jean’s exotic massage parlor.

I met the three girls at the top of the stratosphere and the [...]

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I’m going to break some rules. I’m not going to tell you what happened at the bachelor party on Saturday night though.
IT WAS THE BEST OF TIMES, IT WAS THE WORST OF TIMES
Sunday morning was the worst of times. It was the after effects of substance abuse. It was being single and alone in a [...]

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“Too bad you’ll miss Friday night, but I’ll see you with gun in hand on Saturday.”
Man.
This is gonna be good.

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Ah, those were the days. One week ago I was in Belgium worrying nothing, having a great time, and looking forward to reunions.
Right now I’m sitting in my uncle’s freezing study. My lungs have that dry, yet need to cough feeling. I’m trying to relax. I’m full of at least five over-the-counter medications, some of [...]

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I’m sitting here with my grandmother who just told me some things I didn’t know.
My grandma told me that her mother, whose name was Maggie McQuaid, was Irish. So first of all my grandma is half Irish, which means I’m one eighth Irish, which I didn’t know. I thought my grandma was all English.
Maggie McQuaid [...]

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Whenever I land in England, there is always a small part of me that feels like I’m home. Looking over the rolling hills when the plane is descending, it’s a primordial feeling.
But then when I go into pubs and restaurants, or even with my family, I feel like an outsider. I feel like people look [...]

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In three days I’ve slept a total of nine hours.
I hear a clock chime off in the distance. It’s not the Westminster chimes though. Something else. From my hotel room window I can see the front of the Bruxelles Center train station. A bunch of people walk quickly in front of it, busy with [...]

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