After spending a week on the road, I’m ready to ride. Cubicles suck. I had to put on my headphones to block out all the jibber jabber about what people’s wifes made them for lunch and bad renditions of David Essex’s “Rock On”. There was one or two cool conversations about different martial arts and the Vince Carter slam dunk.
Talked to my boy Buzzbomb up in Atlanta. Says he may have the parts I need for my next project (yet to be reveled).
When I get to DC can I borrow someone’s scooter and helmet? Thanks.