wedding bands are forever. razor scooters are 20 minutes.

and hello.
i've started my 2nd job at ruckus recently.
which means i'm pretty much always busy, so my writings are far between.
i've wanted to write about so much stuff and the things i see, but by the time i get home i'm too exhausted to think.
but i want to tell you two things about this past week.

first, this past sunday.
me and cody recently became the owners of two sweet razor scooters.
as we're riding them down the street we notice a steep hill.
paved, very smoothly.
we decide to race.
cody, being the more intelligent one, started to brake halfway down the hill.
me, being the more competitive one, did no such thing.
i won.
but i ate pavement.
i had the most horrible roadrash all along my right thigh.
all of this within 20 minutes of riding them.
i got up. blood dripping down my leg. and after i got over the initial shock.
i laughed.
and we did it again.
i braked this time.



second, yesterday.
i see lots of people come into the bar.
different people.
from bussinessmen to bikers, there's no real set "genre" (if you will) of the individuals i see.
well a guy comes in.
i shoot the shit with him per usual and he hands me the money for his beer.
i start to grab the cash and something catches my eye.
a wedding ring.
but it wasn't gold or silver or platnum or anything of the sort.
it was a tattoo.
i've heard of people doing this but ive never seen it until today.
and it was beautiful.
we talked about it for a minute.
and agreed that you should marry someone who you really love.
really.
so you will never even think about taking that ring off.
and that is beautiful.

happy thursday.