Where my mind may roam
"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro." - H.S.T.
The weird and strange never happen to me. I bicker because my life is overly busy and excessively too boring. I work and go to school and fuck my girl (all too rarely) and play video games and drink to break the monotony. I long for a day, just one, with a fast car on a road style track, breaking triple digits on the speedo in the straights and laying down lines like a semi-pro driver. Or a warm day in the mountains of the Appalachian range with a motorcycle between my legs, leisurely cruising and enjoying the sights, with my beautiful woman on the back, showing her the wonders of life on the open road. Or maybe a perfect, warm, slightly breezy day on a golf course with a 150 yard shot to the green and a seven iron in my hand, knowing that I'm good enough to put it just feet from the hole. Or a perfect cool day off the coast of Alaska on a cruise ship, watching whales just off the deck, with my arms around my new bride. Or to take an Evo and get to intimately know the Nuremburg ring over the course of several hours and multiple tanks of gas. These are the things I think about when I allow my mind to wonder. Instead, I find myself encapsulated in a dusty, dark office on the fourth floor of Clermont County's tallest building with nothing better to do than to contemplate all of the above. And thus, life just hasn't gotten weird enough for me yet...
The weird and strange never happen to me. I bicker because my life is overly busy and excessively too boring. I work and go to school and fuck my girl (all too rarely) and play video games and drink to break the monotony. I long for a day, just one, with a fast car on a road style track, breaking triple digits on the speedo in the straights and laying down lines like a semi-pro driver. Or a warm day in the mountains of the Appalachian range with a motorcycle between my legs, leisurely cruising and enjoying the sights, with my beautiful woman on the back, showing her the wonders of life on the open road. Or maybe a perfect, warm, slightly breezy day on a golf course with a 150 yard shot to the green and a seven iron in my hand, knowing that I'm good enough to put it just feet from the hole. Or a perfect cool day off the coast of Alaska on a cruise ship, watching whales just off the deck, with my arms around my new bride. Or to take an Evo and get to intimately know the Nuremburg ring over the course of several hours and multiple tanks of gas. These are the things I think about when I allow my mind to wonder. Instead, I find myself encapsulated in a dusty, dark office on the fourth floor of Clermont County's tallest building with nothing better to do than to contemplate all of the above. And thus, life just hasn't gotten weird enough for me yet...