WHY? BECAUSE WE LOVE YOU

I'm pretty sure I was mistaken for a mentally retarded person tonight which may explain the way I was acting better than I ever could.

Early morning picked up my new bicycle. Snobby bike gurus talking shop about 100 mile rides and fixing shit. Whatever, give me my bike and throw in a water bottle holder and I'm good to go. Riding down 10th I found myself smiling the entire way to class. The feeling of owning something brand spanking new. Haven't in a while spent so much money on something so useless. Yes, I already own a bike. But this one is different. This one is special.

Class over, I take a nap and fall into a half-awake consciousness of lovers and guilt. I have so many women in my life and only one I want more than all.

Chasing the sun we found ourselves past Nashville at the Gnaw Bone Camp. My suggestion as I have wanted to take pictures there since I first saw it. Stray dogs, cats, chains, saddles, tractors, a donkey. Various items one would like to see if one were at a very old, very rural, very surreal place in the middle of Indiana. The hike and adventure was enough for the day for me. However, it didn't end there.

On to the bars. Drinking and making fun of people. Laughing and singing. Dancing in my chair and not caring because no one is as cute as me. Leaving. Losing my wallet. Finding and going to the dance party. Hating and staring at bumping and grinding. Intrigued then demolished. Left to find something better. Something at 2am. A sandwich and real talk.

Step foot in and become immersed in the thought that yes, you could be in the lit room. Yes, you could. You will. You know this.

It's all too much. Everything is a joke. A bad sitcom. 20 years later you'll want to own it on DVD.