Sunday, again
I'm waiting for nothing it seems. I have two papers to write. Economics in a Global Environment. Bleh. How about Economics in my wallet? I'm not the one to come to for money advice. I get it, I spend it then I await the next payday.
I'm eying a motorcycle. Cruiser type, old school type. Fuck rice rockets. I made the mistake of going to a dealership. I'm the worst when it comes to self control. If I see it, I want it, I go after it. Usually only to regret it come a couple of days later.
The girl that went with me squeals that she wants to take a ride. The salesman throws me the keys. I look at the price tag and secretly say "oh shit" Its a 5 digit price tag and the first one is a 5! Way over what I'm worth. But to late the chicks on the beast looking all sexy in her leather jacket and jet black hair. The sales guy is going on about this and that and I know I can't afford this. Then I hear "Hey aren't you, Demon?" There's a few people that know me by that name and I had hoped to forget about them. Or rather them forget about me. "It's cool" the guy tells me.
"So your eying this one huh?"
"Sure am" I tell the guy. I'm still wondering what he wants.
"Got the money for it?"
"Fuck no"
"Test drive?"
"Yup"
"Lets go for a spin, I'll pull mine around."
"Who's that?" the girl I'm with questions.
"Snake, and thats all you need to know."
"Ok."
Snake pulls his bike around in front of the dealership, tells the salesman something. The salesman walks back into the dealership.
"It's yours, if you start hanging out at the club house again."
"I just wanna see how this cat purrs."
"Fair enough"
We take off is a flurry of rock and dust. It feels good to be on a bike after so long. I stopped riding after one to many close calls. I have what they call a "no fear" complex. I been in some bad wrecks but for whatever reason I always walked away and only been hurt a little. My last one I wreaked a 59 caddy by hitting a illegal cunt at 50 mph from behind. The cops told me I should have been dead. I was more pissed I just totaled a car I spent alot time and money on only to have some illegal wreck it.
Where going down the interstate with both bikes humming along. I gotta tell you, it feels great. A long stretch of 85 the girl thats on the back tells me to go faster. I squeeze the throttle and it jets forward. Now thats what I'm talking about! I hear a squeal from the back. I look down, yep she still has her arms around me. Just checking. I don't want stripper road kill to clean up. Snake catches up and tells me to head for 77 north. We are going up by the lake. Four hours later and after one hella long test drive and we pull up to the dealership.
The salesman asks me what I think. "I think I'm in love, eyeing the chick I'm with. I wink, she smiles back.
"Oh you mean the bike?, Its great dude. Seriously has some kick in the ass." "So wanna sign some paperwork?" In the back of mind I'm thinking, "fuck yes, oh fuck yes." This is a nagging temptation. More so than a red haired, brown eyed chick that I been in lust with since first seeing her. Even more tempting than that little blonde that would crawl into my lap and take my phone away. The choice is drilling into my skull. I want that bike.
But as 2008 came into being I made the choice to back away from things that could kill me. I have held off from getting an automobile till I get control of this little demon thats living in my head. Some have problems with drugs, but dangerous situations are my drugs of choice. I lost my license for a year because of my lead foot. I don't race anyone. Most times I'm alone, and no one is beside of me. I just love the almost surreal feeling of going 100mph. But here I am trying to be good and I found this.
"I'll co-sign for ya, Demon." Snake tells me.
Temptation. Its a horny, perky tits, little she devil. Living your life so out of control for over 10 years you become used to taking risks. Risks that sometimes paid off but most times didn't. Only thing I can say is I'm still alive. That traffic stop and me getting locked up play through my head. I walk away.
I'm waiting for nothing it seems. I have two papers to write. Economics in a Global Environment. Bleh. How about Economics in my wallet? I'm not the one to come to for money advice. I get it, I spend it then I await the next payday.
I'm eying a motorcycle. Cruiser type, old school type. Fuck rice rockets. I made the mistake of going to a dealership. I'm the worst when it comes to self control. If I see it, I want it, I go after it. Usually only to regret it come a couple of days later.
The girl that went with me squeals that she wants to take a ride. The salesman throws me the keys. I look at the price tag and secretly say "oh shit" Its a 5 digit price tag and the first one is a 5! Way over what I'm worth. But to late the chicks on the beast looking all sexy in her leather jacket and jet black hair. The sales guy is going on about this and that and I know I can't afford this. Then I hear "Hey aren't you, Demon?" There's a few people that know me by that name and I had hoped to forget about them. Or rather them forget about me. "It's cool" the guy tells me.
"So your eying this one huh?"
"Sure am" I tell the guy. I'm still wondering what he wants.
"Got the money for it?"
"Fuck no"
"Test drive?"
"Yup"
"Lets go for a spin, I'll pull mine around."
"Who's that?" the girl I'm with questions.
"Snake, and thats all you need to know."
"Ok."
Snake pulls his bike around in front of the dealership, tells the salesman something. The salesman walks back into the dealership.
"It's yours, if you start hanging out at the club house again."
"I just wanna see how this cat purrs."
"Fair enough"
We take off is a flurry of rock and dust. It feels good to be on a bike after so long. I stopped riding after one to many close calls. I have what they call a "no fear" complex. I been in some bad wrecks but for whatever reason I always walked away and only been hurt a little. My last one I wreaked a 59 caddy by hitting a illegal cunt at 50 mph from behind. The cops told me I should have been dead. I was more pissed I just totaled a car I spent alot time and money on only to have some illegal wreck it.
Where going down the interstate with both bikes humming along. I gotta tell you, it feels great. A long stretch of 85 the girl thats on the back tells me to go faster. I squeeze the throttle and it jets forward. Now thats what I'm talking about! I hear a squeal from the back. I look down, yep she still has her arms around me. Just checking. I don't want stripper road kill to clean up. Snake catches up and tells me to head for 77 north. We are going up by the lake. Four hours later and after one hella long test drive and we pull up to the dealership.
The salesman asks me what I think. "I think I'm in love, eyeing the chick I'm with. I wink, she smiles back.
"Oh you mean the bike?, Its great dude. Seriously has some kick in the ass." "So wanna sign some paperwork?" In the back of mind I'm thinking, "fuck yes, oh fuck yes." This is a nagging temptation. More so than a red haired, brown eyed chick that I been in lust with since first seeing her. Even more tempting than that little blonde that would crawl into my lap and take my phone away. The choice is drilling into my skull. I want that bike.
But as 2008 came into being I made the choice to back away from things that could kill me. I have held off from getting an automobile till I get control of this little demon thats living in my head. Some have problems with drugs, but dangerous situations are my drugs of choice. I lost my license for a year because of my lead foot. I don't race anyone. Most times I'm alone, and no one is beside of me. I just love the almost surreal feeling of going 100mph. But here I am trying to be good and I found this.
"I'll co-sign for ya, Demon." Snake tells me.
Temptation. Its a horny, perky tits, little she devil. Living your life so out of control for over 10 years you become used to taking risks. Risks that sometimes paid off but most times didn't. Only thing I can say is I'm still alive. That traffic stop and me getting locked up play through my head. I walk away.