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Hey, it's been a long time since I last wrote something in here.
It's spring now; the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and the beer is flowing.

If cats have nine lives, how many lives does a human have ? Given what's happened to me last month, I'd have to say at least two. To make a long story short, I crashed my little motorbike into a moron who hit the brakes in the middle of rush-hour traffic. I was doing a nice 50 at the time (K/h, that would be 30-35 mph I think), and the sudden squeeze of the brakes threw my ass over the handlebars and into traffic. How I got out of there alive with only a hole in my leg is beyond me to this day*(see footnote), but I won't whine about it. The leg is fine now, I removed the stitches last week and I can walk and jump again. Yay.

I'm really stoked that I healed just in time for the Dropkick Murphys concert Friday night. I mean, what's a Dropkick concert if you can't dropkick some fascist skinhead every once in a while ?

*(footnote) = This is nothing short of a miracle, as if God had given me a second chance at life. I decided to squander this divine opportunity by getting severely wasted, fucking up my liver with alcohol and my synapses with psychotropic drugs all spring and summer long.