bruce was a stud and one intelligent fuck.
yeah i just got done with a trike ride.. my legs are feeling better in the sense of strength so yeah to bad i was to stupid to get it fixed sooner or people gave a shit to help back rthen when i hurt my self.... they all had there own motifs so whatever.
oh well its going now, and i t gives me something to do i enjoying bike riding.. when i stayed at my cuz house in 1989 for the summer ( Oregon, bike country ) anyhow he had a nice racing bike, that is when i became a fan of the tour of de france and watched greg lamod win the tour in fucking grand style and he did not cheap like armstrong ( but in armstrongs defense, they were all juiced up.. he was just the better rider ) anyhow, that summer i use to push my self each day on this track. unfortunately that summer my moms bf whoever he was made a typical promise most guys made he was gonna get me a bike when i got back that never happened.. so is tarte dto just keep to my self i guess because of that.. when i drank i was social tho. heh.
my legs feel stronger, now i just have to want to fucking eat.
get medicated for me.
hey at least im not fucking crying for meds like i did last jan hha.