I’m back in the game again.
Blind fury being an excellent motivator, I broke my two-mile running record yesterday at the gym. And I beat the living shit out of a punching bag, for extra good measure.
Today, I bought my new scooter (!!!), a 2014 electric blue Buddy with only 300 miles on it. I’m calling him Nedward. And I’m already in love.
Later, I discovered in the car that I still remember every single word of Skid Row’s “Slave To the Grind” album, and I was refreshingly surprised the lyrics held up to about 70% of the “amazingness” I believed in at age 15. I mean, for a band that doesn’t get a ton of respect, Baz has some serious pipes and Rachel Bolan has some serious songwriting talent.
Finally, I spent the evening celebrating my dad with 5/6ths of my family, and was reminded of one of the many important things in life: my awesome parents and siblings. And that’s not so bad.
30 Before 30 