I
was Spartan. I had no choice. It was either that or the stiffing release of death. Seriously. The idea of Horse crossed my mind consistently each morning for months on end. Main Street was around the corner and the quality was 100%. I was reaching into my late 30's, alone, a bachelor, again. My relationship debris had reached tremendous heights such that I felt I was holed up in a bunker.

Schoenberg, a computer, a passport, Buddhism, a string of past lovers, an unconventional career.

A motorcycle makes sense about now.

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