A Call To Arms

All right, first things first. I would like you to please disregard the previous post on the basis of a momentary lapse of consciousness brought on my a wave of depression. Also known as Bullshit.

It is very, (and I mean very) nearly time for me to embark on that great and mysterious trip with my motorcycle and the open road. I have been summoned by my companion, and now I must answer the call. It is going to be very, very close too. I have notsomuch money saved, and notsomuch time to save the rest. Well, what I end up with is what I end up with, which will not deter me from going. I think I'm going to rob a bank, or something. As we speak I am looking about the room to see what I can sell and what will sell well enough for a few extra bucks. Now, if worst comes to worst, I may even sell my drums. That will be one motherfuckin' sad day. Lets hope and pray it doesn't come to that, shall we?

On a sidenote, I think I need me a woman. One helluva woman, too. A man just ain't a man without a good woman by his side. Sho nuff.

Feelings about the trip: Anxious, but definately a little bit scared shitless. Everytime I do one of these "big things" I can feel it in my stomach. Of course, its never so bad once I am in the middle of it, but that motherfuckin' anticipation gets you everytime. Really, I am only so much worried that I won't be very prepared. You know, bags, money; the necessities, and such.

Well, life won't wait, so "fucking A", as they say.

C.A.Dominick