What goes in the bag, stays in the bag. Or does it?
What's he on about? Why is he in the car?
Why is this posted on a blog, and why do you think I'm watching this?
I thought I was someone else.
This blog is for the chosen few. If you've found it, this applies to you! It's about important stuff. Like weather not being an issue, why it's cool to live in a city, longboarding past the age of forty and why I like the Honda Zoomer, bikes in general, music, art and design. I think. Perhaps there is something to learn from the cut of someone's suit? Or let's muse over the eternal pursuit of happiness... What is happiness? Sense of purpose? This is my struggle to stay in the present: