Jellybelly. Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. The Smashing Pumpkins. The unofficial theme song that seems to have consumed my life this past year. A broken shoulder via fixed gear “accident” and then the recent September 3rd incident involving my motorcycle flying some 90 mph down Alameda in Corpus Christi, Tx, then vaulting 85 ft. onto my helmetless face, arms, shoulder (again), and right ankle. Mutilated. In Shock.
Six surgeries later, three of which were plastic surgery, and I’m still here to pleasure you with wise, wise wisdom! If you ride, PLEASE BE FUCKING CAREFUULLLLL! Most motorcycle accidents involve another vehicle. Most, I say. But, regardless, of how it happened or didn’t happen, I’m alive and breathing! Oh yeah, still rollerblading, too! So… BOOM!
Seriously, I’m just excited to have come out on top when people thought I was finally done for. Toast. No Mas! Well, FUCK YOU naysayers! Nearly pushing 31 and I’ve tortured my body beyond belief. My own belief, really. “Damn, the body doesn’t stay young and elastic forever?” Am I disappointed? Hard to say. Did I immensely enjoy myelf amidst my own tirade of terror? Well, fuck yeah dude! No regrets my people, my peeps, mi brethren, my posse! Enjoy the rest of this year and go even harder for the next! You only live once, right?