Well, the end of the season was there. What a year. So much fun. A great deal of experience, party, fast riding, faster riding and back pain.
32.000 kilometers summing 142 days on the road, 1002 photos, 127 nights spent in a hotel, 119 new bands "discovered", 100+ new connections (I even joined linkedIn...), 54 sleepless nights, 42 parties, about 30 and some pizzas, 11 books, 10 haircuts, 6 razor blades, 3 helmets, 3 kilos on the belly, 2 serious lovers, 1 wedding, 1 charger lost and 1 bike found, to love and hate and hate some more. This are the numbers from April till now...
In the end, everything was consumed, drank, fucked, burned or lost. Except the pictures and the back pain.
This emptiness leaves a big space for new, fresh, crazy and very confused adventures. With a pocket full of money and a lot of free time, the sky is the limit! The reality check keeps claiming its part, but soon will be gone. At 26 it's not time yet to sober up. No kids, no serious lovers and no rents. It comes natural to feel like Supertramp.
After all the serious work, which of course was fun (and stressful), being responsible solely and exclusively for his own ass will be like sticking his finger in the biggest, most beautifully decorated wedding cake. Pure uncensored pleasure.
32.000 kilometers summing 142 days on the road, 1002 photos, 127 nights spent in a hotel, 119 new bands "discovered", 100+ new connections (I even joined linkedIn...), 54 sleepless nights, 42 parties, about 30 and some pizzas, 11 books, 10 haircuts, 6 razor blades, 3 helmets, 3 kilos on the belly, 2 serious lovers, 1 wedding, 1 charger lost and 1 bike found, to love and hate and hate some more. This are the numbers from April till now...
In the end, everything was consumed, drank, fucked, burned or lost. Except the pictures and the back pain.
This emptiness leaves a big space for new, fresh, crazy and very confused adventures. With a pocket full of money and a lot of free time, the sky is the limit! The reality check keeps claiming its part, but soon will be gone. At 26 it's not time yet to sober up. No kids, no serious lovers and no rents. It comes natural to feel like Supertramp.
After all the serious work, which of course was fun (and stressful), being responsible solely and exclusively for his own ass will be like sticking his finger in the biggest, most beautifully decorated wedding cake. Pure uncensored pleasure.
