I am communicating from the across the Great Divide that separates the
Living from the Dead.
Hit a Deer Monday night on the Harley. Yup. BAM! WTF?? Deer lost. Hard.
"Dusty," my Harley also lost. Hard.
I have also mostly lost it hard all this week trying to deal with this rather
unexpected turn of events. Not young and dumb and full of enough cum
any longer to bounce back quick and carry the fuck on. Mortality is a total
motherfucker. I can smell Its breath and it ain't inviting, fellas.
Dusty is a total loss, and set to be salvaged with a bent frame and forks. Time
for a new ride, I suppose.
Go tell someone you love them. A lot.