Love many. Trust few. Always paddle my own canoe. To not go gentle into that good night. To open up my funky mind so I can fly. To beat on, boat against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. To fall so hard I hear bells ring, but hold on to my ding-a-ling. To jump in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight, streetlight, smalltown rain. To put the bop in the bop-sha-bop-sha-bop. And maybe, if there's time, I'll put the ram in the rama lama ding dong.
-Payoff the credit card debt we have.
-Get my CCL
-Shoot in my first competition
-Ride in the Hotter than Hell ride in August
-Get my CCL
-Shoot in my first competition
-Ride in the Hotter than Hell ride in August
Keep up/continue with my current fat-to-muscle conversion effort.
Yank that sorry six out of my Jeep at get a new power plant in.
Get back to competing. Between the exchange student, promotion at work, etc. I've had no time to run and gun.
Yank that sorry six out of my Jeep at get a new power plant in.
Get back to competing. Between the exchange student, promotion at work, etc. I've had no time to run and gun.
Sit less!
Live free or die hard.
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