Crash

 For the second time in a month I crashed my Harley. Got a fresh set of road rash on my right leg (thank fuck not my left leg which has not fully healed from the previous crash) and  I broke my arm (narrow part of my wrist).... lucky again.

Going about 50 mph, and too drunk to negotiate a curve, I clipped a concrete retainer wall and went down. I slid and rolled abut 15 or 20 feet, and the bike, my beloved Harley FXDWG took on another $1500 (or more) in damages. I got up, lifted the bike up, and she started right up. And despite missing the brake lever and having a fractured wrist, I was able to ride her home.

Mostly I am distraught that it will take me a while to save up enough money to have my darling ride fixed. On the bright side, I got more pain pills, without which I would not have been able to write this blog post.

I don't have a death wish.... obviously I intend on destroying myself one bit at a time.

On Being A Parent

I accept the charge of wanting to have the fullest array of experiences that this life has to offer – parenting just happens to be one of the most significant experiences that one may have, and I have chosen not to miss it. Indeed, now that I have achieved said propagation (propelling my genetic signature into the future) by the successful sowing of seeds in the wild, and thus attained matriculation from bio-parent wannabe, to successful, solipsistic breeder.

However, I deny suppositions (by many) that I have forsaken all else for the want of being, and becoming a parent.  I have not dismissed the rest of my life (or other relationships) based on any inability or unwillingness to participate, and I continue to pursue hopes and dreams as an individual.

Be that as it may, I must admit that my daughter is the primary concern of my new life.