I'm not usually the type to drinking before noon, but I met Lindsay and Dana at Molly's this past Saturday morn at Molly's for a couple bloody mary's, and that shit hit the spot.

I am leaving Jackson. I quit my job.

I will be living with my father in our flood damaged house for the forseeable future. I forsee that it won't last too long.

My custom made road bike will be finished and delivered tomorrow. This marks the first time in several years that I will have a bike that actually fits me.

Things fall apart. Muscle tissue tears. Jobs and relationships end. Tears are shed, wounds are licked. There ain't much you can do except break out the booze Gatorade, fire up craigslist, and find a new job, a new apartment, and a new casual encounter. It feels good to just grab life by the horns and ride...