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it's what i do.

i don't have kids.
i don't have a real job.
iv'e non verbally dedicated my present life to self gratification via bicycle.
by nothing else do i measure my success, with exception of woman.
but woman seems to measure her successes in similar fashion.
am i wrong?
maybe.
am i correct?
maybe.
does it matter once i'm dead?
no.
so why should it matter now if i have successfully brought a company to a 50 billion IPO?
it shouldn't.
fuck it. i'm going to Dupont.
it's how i measure up.
if it's wrong on your ruler, use mine.
peace.
your rules rule...so do mine.

Comments

jpelton said…
AMEN!
I am envious of your life style / mind set in so many ways. It would be wonderful to live in the land of wonderful trails and make it a priority to ride them.
However, each of us must choose our paths and priorities independently and try to find balance.
As long as you are happy with your decisions in life, FUCK what everyone else thinks. It is your adventure, try to finish it with no regrets.
April 16, 2010 at 9:21 AM
Cissy said…
You got it goin' on.
May 3, 2010 at 10:11 AM
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