There comes a time when you just have to stop. You tell yourself that it's just for a little while and after a time you will be back on the road where there are no lies, only truth sometimes brutal and ugly sometimes beautiful and wonderful and you are one with it all in that cosmic flow. Then one day it's. "Go ahead stick a fork in my ass, fuck it, I'm done." This may be the roughest winter since my rookie years and I'd sell my soul to be right there in it, riding the big snows and the sub-zero lows. fuck fuck fuckity fuck.
tales from the front
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2:55pm
i'm leaving 315 Bay st. after meeting up with 50 to hand him a job going
north that's got more than an hour left. I'm headed to 235 Mo, to grab a
j...
15 years ago
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