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I just went upstairs for more water. I'm out of Pepsi, mom got me a 20oz bottle when she came home from work, and I just finished it a few minutes ago.

It's Saint Patrick's day - a one year anniversary of my return from Phoenix. Its hard to imagine that I stepped off the plane one year ago today. It feels like ten years ago since I was in Phoenix. Since I had my own apartment, was roaring around in the heat on my motorcycle. Hanging out with Cam, Zach, Zero, Barrett, Bobbie, and a few others.

I can remember the days of sitting out on the bikes late into the night nursing a pepsi and smoking my pipe as we lay on top of our motorcycles listening to the Beatles play from Cam's ipod. Out by that abandoned Ford van that had a giant "Live the Dream" sticker across the top of the windshield. We'd just talk and listen to music.

Or trying to push start Cam's KZ1000 which is the same bike I rode across the country by myself. Working on the Royal Enfield, or working on the 73 Triumph Tiger.

Hanging out at Joe's house, he was one of the teachers. He was born in Lynn MA, we got along imidiatly. A great guy.

One year ago today my new start, my fresh brake, my dream came down in flames like an airplane that lost its engines.

I'm not bitter. I did more than you can imagine. But my god.. Anyways I'm feeling drugged so I'm going to go back to watching 24.