If It Feels Good Do It

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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In Brussels I will party.
First business, then party. I am a living manifestation of a mullet.
I’m a libertarian badboy who likes to live on the edge. On the weekends, I get drunk in family restaurants and puke in my car. Just kidding, I do that on the weekdays.
I can’t wait to get to Brussels. [...]

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Now I’m sitting in the Washington D.C. airport.
When we got to SFO, I told my girlfriend to drop me off at the international terminal. I forgot that Washington D.C. is an actual part of the U.S. since it no longer represents the heartland of America. Or maybe I was just tired.
After about 15 minutes of [...]

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