I drive home every day through Decatur and it’s bullshit “traffic diet”. Frankly I am not surprised one bit that these assholes are being hit by cars. Every biker that I pass when going through the neighborhoods rides down the middle of the street and refuses to move over. None of them obey the traffic signs and I’ve almost been hit by bikers as I walk to my car. If you want me to share the road with you, follow the rules and maybe I’ll have a little more respect for you. There shouldn’t be a law in place to remind people to be several feet over when passing a bicyclist, but there should be one for them to stay to the right for their own safety.
I am the proud owner of this piece of art. Being a HUGE fan of Bob Masse’s work, I was very happy to see he paid homage to The Big Lebowski. This will soon be framed and hanging in my office.
Bittersweet
Last night I found out from FB stalking that one of my former classmates from middle school had died.
According to Kubler-Ross model there are five stages of grief. The usual denial, anger, expectance, etc.
Frankly I was happier than a pig in shit! This filthy prick made my life a living hell not to mention the amount of sexual harassment he gave me. Honestly I never even thought about the Kid Rock wannabe till I saw everyone’s posts.
This then begs the next question.
Why the hell am I following these people in the first place? I have nothing in common with them obviously since I am not mourning the death of one of God’s fantastic creatures. Can I really call these people friends? Do I really give a rat’s ass what they are doing? I don’t fall into the I already have 3+ kids and living in my parents basement or just living in parent’s basement Midwest mentality. I escaped that nonsense decades ago.
I think with a New Year approaching it’s time to do some house cleaning.
