Thanks to a really good friend...

I had the fantasy of my life today.

I saw myself riding a Harley, donned in leather with a glove and high boots. Leaning into my bike while the air caressed my curves and my helmet had a nice little picture of flames with a skull and cross-bone and a randomly placed ankh. And I popped a wheelie. Yep.

I know it seems a little odd, but this is my blog, and you can stop reading now if you want.

My bike was so smooth, black, red, and silver. And shiny. And I thought about my car, my Shadow, my little black baby. She rides smoothly enough, but I found myself placed in a position where I imagined myself revving my engine and pressing the gas to get the feel of that open aired acceleration. Driving down 123 picking up speed for no reason, then remembering what part of SC I was in and slowing back down. Not to mention "Stronger" was playing on the radio, which is already a head banger that only fueled my desire to speed up.

So... does this mean I need a stick shift? Does it mean I need an open road? Does it mean I need to be thankful for what I have yet get what I want regardless of the circumstances so that I can be free for real? I think so. There are too many unconquered territories to sit in one place reading about them. So, I think that it's almost time for the hippie in me to be embraced - for the nomad in me to look for a suitable land - for the pirate in me to tread the ocean- and for the Khemetic entity to find a better spot on the Nile. Yep.

So what's the moral of this story? Once a random old white guy starts giving you advice about catching a sugar daddy, it's time to reconsider what you're doing in life, what your priorities are, and what makes you happy. Whether it be a motorcycle or bar of chocolate, whether you're in church or at the bingo hall; whether democrat or republican, oldest or the youngest- happiness is not a destination, it's a journey.

What's your fantasy?

'Tis All.