Life is so weird lately. Surviving in a small crooked trailer, with no transportation, a part time job, and massive questions about reality.

Animated characters and games flood my TV space. I despise both and I just can't figure out how some algorithm thought I liked this shit.

I'm verbally reminded often now about how crazy I was when I drank or got really stoned, and I just can't escape it.

I have people I love disappointed in me, and I can't get a straight answer why.

Lectric has shipped me two damaged bikes. Today I'm alone next to the house with the dogs and wanted to ride to the Dollar Store for treats. I can't even remember the last time I drove one of their Trikes.

I met a lady I liked recently, and it was mutual, so I'll just hop on my non-existent trike and invite her to dinner.

I'm either coming down with a cold or it's Lyme disease from the tick bites.

I've given my body a break from the intense workouts the last two days, but I'll be right back at it tomorrow as I get ready for a pool shift. Gotta keep my body looking good, because I never know what's going to happen.