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The Little Things

There’s a kind of magic you only notice on two wheels—the sudden cold pockets of air, the sting of rain on your cheeks, the bugs smashing into your face like it’s part of the deal. It’s chaos. And it’s sacred.

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Shall Not Be Infringed (Unless You’re Buying Kale)

If you don’t trust me to carry a gun in your store, then I don’t trust you with my money. Don’t ask me to disarm just to shop for groceries.

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The Ride

Most people don’t get it. They think riding is about speed or rebellion. But for me, it’s therapy. When I throw my leg over the bike, my soul returns to me.

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Shut Up and Shoot: A Pool League Rant

Most people don’t join the bar pool league to compete—they join to drink and pretend they’re Minnesota Fucking Fats. Meanwhile, I’m just trying to sink shots, skip the lectures, and get home before sunrise.