I found myself in one of those "how in the fuck did I get here" type moments.
Sitting and sweating in an oversized but stinky outhouse ... camelback on and drinking accerade out of a long blue tube ... sandisk e100 series mp3 headphones streaming bobby womack into my skull and I'm mouthing the words to "Across 110th Street" ... "I was the third brother of five ... doing whatever I had to do to survive ..." I've got a heart rate monitor on telling me I'm chugging along at 90 beats per minute ... I pinch off the loaf ... hrm back up to 95 ... mountain bike leaning against the wooden fence ... ready to go ...
Lovely ...
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