10 years later. 10 years wiser. 10 years dumber. A bit soft around the middle now. Relationships, friendships, enemies. I no longer believe in the 'soul mate' crap. I no longer live in a house, instead living in an apartment as money got tight, or so I like to tell myself. Truth was that I followed some guy out here years back with the foolish notion that we'd spend the rest of our lives together. Lasted six weeks before he found someone else. It wouldn't be any surprise for you to hear that I started falling back into my old ways again. Being alone for a while can do that to you.
I was falling in love with bikers by this point in my life. Bald heads, long unruly beards, leather jackets and black shirts that were stretching tight around a huge potbelly that just seemed to keep growing out on the road. I always saw him in my mind, taking off his black sunglasses and staring at me with light blue eyes. Rex. That's what I named him. Not on purpose, mind you. It just came to me.
I was falling in love with bikers by this point in my life. Bald heads, long unruly beards, leather jackets and black shirts that were stretching tight around a huge potbelly that just seemed to keep growing out on the road. I always saw him in my mind, taking off his black sunglasses and staring at me with light blue eyes. Rex. That's what I named him. Not on purpose, mind you. It just came to me.