17-Year Old Drivers

So.

I'm heading home after a long day at work. I'm on the bike, all is going well. It's cool, but not cold, and the smell of fireplaces burning and winter in general is all around. Traffic is light, and people aren't being douchebags. I'm pretty damn happy. I get to the stop sign at where I turn to go home. Literally, half a block from my apartment.

I stop in the left turn lane. The cars to the right and left of me take their turns, cos they were there first. I rev the engine a bit (more out of habit than anything else), take a look around to make sure I'm good, the truck to my right takes off and goes, because it's our turn. Then, as I am feet away from clearing the intersection and going home to my beer and my boy, it happens.

A 17-year old moron and her friend in a piece of crap Yaris lay into me and my bike. I saw her at the stop sign. I was going, she was stopped. Then, for some reason, she starts moving while I'm attempting to turn left. All condolences to my right foot peg, brake pedal, and *sniff* front fender. She jumps out of the car, freakin hysterical. "Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't see you I have no words for this except I'm sorry and oh my god my dad's gonna kill me and my insurance is gonna go up and......" that's where I stopped listening.

So, she calls her parents, I call the cops, and we wait. She's apologizing to everyone till mommy shows up, then she shuts up and changes her story. Fun. But, luckily, the kid had already gushed to a couple cops before mommy dearest and her money showed up.

So we'll see what the cops decide. I don't really care at this point. Why? Because there was more damage to her piece of shit car than by bike.

I guess I'm lucky. Actually, I'm really lucky. Usually when a motorcycle and a dumb teenager in a car meet up, the results aren't so good for the biker.

I'll be taking donations to repair Sasha.

My Relationship in a Nutshell

So, we're driving home from seeing the Tenacious D movie (goldmine, by the way) and Prince comes on the radio. The boy starts bobbing his head, and waxing philosophical about how it's a great song. I give him the crazy eye. The conversation is as follows:

Daniel: So you've seen Purple Rain right?

Me: Um, no

Daniel: Oh, well that explains a lot.

The End of an Era

So, at some point you realize how things really are.

And it sucks.

I'm not sure what led to this realization, but it doesn't really matter. In fact, it's probably something I've known for months. There are friends you have for a lifetime, and friends you have for what seems to be a lifetime, but is really just a blink. People grow, people change. Inevitably, those who were the closest of friends at some point will become strangers. It's heartbreaking.

Self-indulgent thoughts lead one to wonder how deep the friendship really was, or if you did something wrong, or whatever. I'm learning more and more that those thoughts are pretty self-destructive, so I'm trying to ignore them. Maybe it's naive, but it's probably the only way to deal with things like this.

Maybe this is one stage of the whole experience. There's the first realization that something isn't the same anymore. Then you fight, oh my god, you desperately fight to hold on to whatever it is you thought was left. Then, you realize that it's not worth it anymore. And I think, that may be the worst part. I can't stand to give up, ever. When you finally realize that you can't fight anymore, you let go. It's probably healthy, and probably the part that hurts the most. But I guess sometimes it's just better that way. People just change, and sometimes they grow apart. It happens. No one's wrong, no one's right, it's just time and distance.

It still sucks.

Turco Isn't So Bad

While I'm not the biggest fan of Marty Turco....he is slowly redeeming himself. He pulled off some crazy ninja shit tonight, and has been doing so all season. He may soon regain my respect, maybe.

Anyway, we're 8-1-0, one of the best starts to a season yet. Good job boys.

Toby Keith Makes me Want to Kick Puppies

So, one of the many things that brought me joy about last hockey season was the lack of the annoying Toby Keith hook line at the beginning of every.single.commerical.break. He's a Ford Truck Man...didja know?

Anyway, last season was this crappy Dodge thing with some chick. They didn't air it that much so it didn't make me want to hurt things.

But now.....fuck.

Toby is back. And this year, he's got to get up early and be on time. He's built Ford tough...didja know?

I l-o-v-e hockey, but the commercials are going to slowly drive me to madness.

An Ode to Ex Boyfriends

Life can be pretty strange sometimes. Every now and then something happens that puts everything else sharply into perspective. While there are things I wish I didn't have to go through, I would never go back and change anything. Without my past experiences, I'd be a completely different person, and wouldn't be where I am today. So....

To the first, without whom I would have never fallen in love with Rock 'N Roll. To the second, without whom I would have never fallen in love with poetry. To the others, without whom I wouldn't love myself, lawn seats, BritComs, Frank Zappa, trench coats, dancing in the rain, finding the child within, or Starbucks. To the one who broke my heart, and to the ones who had to pay the price, even though they weren't guilty. Without any of them, I wouldn't have many of the little things that bring me joy. And without them, I wouldn't know where I never want to be again. I am ever grateful for little reminders of how far I've come, and of how strong I really can be, to go even farther.

So, to the ones who lied, the ones who cheated, the ones that were shallow, the ones that were selfish, the ones that were even a little crazy....thank you. And to the one who knew how to fix me, and daily puts up with me and all of my little quirks, drama, childishness, and temper....you may never realize how amazing you really are.

I Heart Oktoberfest

Ah.....Addison.....

Let me tell you a little bit about this crappy little town. Yuppies. Everywhere. Snotty, quasi-rich, not quite old, but not really young anymore, posers that are probably still living off some of mom and dad's money.

But enough about that. Despite my general loathing for the city of Addison, it does tend to host some awesome events (not to mention it's home to the closest Flying Saucer). Last night the boy and I decided to partake in some Oktoberfest goodness. The beer, the food, the drunk retards....what better way to end a week that will only result in the longest weekend of my life.

So today I'm off to be more girly than I would ever really like to admit to being. But, Kat's gettin married, and I've gotta look presentable. And I might just pick up some Aerosmith tickets for the show in November. But first, I gotta pay some bills.....I keep hoping someday those people will forget where I live.....