Straight out of bed and into the silicon valley at 3 a.m.
I got bored with the everyday routine, so I hopped in my car and scooted up to Atlanta.
The only time I'm actually calm is when the sun is shining bright and a pedal is beneath my feet. I want to keep driving until I reach a distant shore. West Coast. East Coast. North Pole. South Pole. Take me any damn place, but somewhere I've been before.
I'm satiated only for a minute and then another adventure I seek.
The closest to adventure I've ever reached is a daredevil motorcycle ride to Savannah. Easy riding at 12 a.m. Responsibilities gone and the constellations shining up above. Nothing is sweeter.
Real life begins again tomorrow.
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