It’s almost 10 PM and since I now live in an apartment on the crappier side of town I get to enjoy the soothing sounds of some butthead working on his crotch rocket, revving it and then letting it idle for 5-10 minutes at a time.

This is my life now.

Thinking about some things I heard yesterday. A woman, D and remarried, whose 27 year old son is trying to save his 4-year R with a GF who is sort of crazy. And an 83 year old guy with NGS whose wife left him a few months ago.

So we’re not alone. But that doesn’t make me feel any better, at all.

And if that loser doesn’t shut his bike off in the next 10 minutes I’m calling the police.

H: 35 W: 33
M: 11 T: 13

4/10/18: I discovered A and confronted ("BD1")
6/23/18: I moved out
8/31/18: MC ends ("BD2")