I faced the day, strangely alone.
The silence that surrounded me made me uneasy – I was used to the drone of the city, even though I didn’t like it.
Out on the balcony, I stared into the sun, and allowed its warmth to penetrate my bones.
I figured I’d take a ride on my bike on this glorious day – but only after I finished my morning routine.
So I got down to it –
Tai chi – breakfast – CNN – ESPN
Then I worked some:
I posted pictures of people in compromising positions – it was funny, it was damaging, and it was damn mean!
But that’s how I made my living, and I was fine with that.
This morning’s photos were particularly evil, and I laughed my ass off.
I was fueled by bitterness and coffee.
When I finished my morning work, I got dressed and prepped to ride.
I hopped on my bike and pedaled down the road.
At 10 miles, I turned around to come home.
The energizing and warming sun stared me in the face.
I never saw that turtle in the middle of the road, and swerved to avoid hitting it.
Ass over tea kettle I rolled down the hill – into days old swamp water.
My tires were tacked, and my shorts were torn.
Soaked and reeking, I slowly walked my bike back home – my ass hanging out for the world to see.
Based on the waves and car horns beeping, I reckoned everyone was having a laugh on me –
And then, there I was on Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat…
The butt – if you will – of the meanest comments…