When night is blinding, and far fuller than I’d ever imagined;
When silence is so deafening I fear I’ll never hear again;
When fear creeps up and threatens to drown me in its embrace;
I push my way through to Koko.
If Koko Taylor said it, it must be true.
This is David. I like David. David was one of those random “I Met You on the Internet” meetings that turned out to have unexpected consequences. Thankfully, I’ve had a few of those. Sadly, I don’t think I’ll ever actually meet David, although I keep trying to influence him to buy a Harley, but then again I’m evil like that. His wife would probably disown him.
I’m a bit Harley-obsessed. I can appreciate that, and I fully acknowledge that. I think they’re nifty. Last year, when I was gung-ho about getting in shape (and somehow managing to save money for that ever-desired bike), I posted a ticker-counter on how many miles I was riding on an exercise bike. For every mile, I’d dig in my change bucket and set the money aside to buy the bike.
Sadly, like most of my attempts, I sort of fell short. Like about $5000 short. I became frustrated because, although I was eventually doing 100 miles a week or so, I wasn’t losing any weight. So I became frustrated and gave up. I was losing size, sure, but I was focused on the numbers, an I just gave up.
Lyrical Fool 