The comings and goings of a 23 year old wonderchild finding his way in the deserts of Arizona. I love bikes. A friend's sister once asked "Do you ride for financial or for ecological reasons"? I told her "How about option C) Because it's fun". I spend too much money on booze and too many people are willing to buy me drinks. I'd like to dress well but the previous sentence is an issue. It's also too damn hot to wear more than one layer in the desert. Can I please walk around topless everywhere I go? I try to post at least one song a day. You will never see any country music posted on this blog. Ever. Part of me wishes I never finished reading the Harry Potter series so it didn't have to end. Women are beautiful. They're also confusing/rude/shady as hell. My mother calls me Bryan but friends call me B-Hard, welcome to my chocolate chip chronicles.

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Jan 26, 2012
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Worst Dream Ever

Justin Vernon planted a nuclear bomb that would destroy the entire world and gave me a riddle to stop it. I get there with like 20 seconds to stop the bomb and right as I’m about to stop make the last maneuver it goes off. Worst part? I wake up in the next life as some kind of corrupt cop in a corrupt police department with full memory of what just happened. I’m the only person who remembers. I have to live with the memories of my previous life but have no one to share them with.

Dude.

Bummer.

Fuck you, Justin Vernon, I thought you were a nice man.

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