Friday, February 18, 2011
The story of Adam & Eve became devastatingly clear tonight. Living means coming out marred no matter what. Dionysian...Apollonian it doesn't matter the approach. NO ONE gets out unsullied by life.
Maybe some day I'll find peace in that, but not tonight. Tonight I sit on a cold bench getting circled by law enforcement, because the goddamned pedal on my bike fell off mile 3 into a long night of the soul.