Xactly

This is exactly what my weekend needs.

Xacta-freakin’-absolutely what I need to heal up from this week. This week was… unpleasant.

I guy with a shopping cart walks up to me yesterday. “You were in the Marines, weren’t you?” (Nope. Sorry.) “You look a like military guy. Army?” (Nope. Sorry). “Any of the services? Navy?” (Nope. Sorry.) His wallet was out by now and a card that he’s using to represent that he’s a Vietnam vet is out. “Can you spare a few for a Vet?” (Nope. Sorry). “You sure are sorry, bitch…” as he runs his cart over my toes in anger. Part of me really wanted to kick his ass. I don’t like that about myself.

Another guy nearly crushed me into a bus while parking illegally using his commercial plates (a plumber maybe?) to park across from the Food Emporium and go buy some dinner. He decided to lecture me with yelling and gestures since I refused to be crushed. He nearly kills me and this is what I get? Part of me really wanted to kick his ass. I don’t like that about myself.

I rarely come home and think “I need a drink”. I did last night. (That is, I thought it. I didn’t have the drink… too much to do.)

Yes, there were some nice things about the week as well. But it was really filled with stuff like that. The heat maybe? Dunno. But I need the peace of the roads, the climbs and the outdoors.

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See yah out there.