My Dad Gave Me My First Bike

Riding My Motorcycle Around L.a. Is Like My Own Video Game. But Unlike Many Folks At The Wheel, I Am Occupied With Getting Where I'm Going And Keeping Myself Safe. Most People Are Applying Makeup, Texting, And Checking Out The Beauty In The Next Car.

People Will Survive, And They Will Find Happiness. Happiness Only Comes When You're Not Looking For It.

Death And Disaster Are At Our Shoulders Every Second Of Our Lives, Trying To Get At Us. Missing, A Lot Of The Time. A Lot Of Miles On The Motorway Without A Front Wheel Blow-out. A Lot Of Viruses That Slither Through Our Bodies Without Snagging. A Lot Of Pianos That Fall A Minute After We've Passed. Or A Month, It Makes No Difference. So Unless We're Going To Get Down On Our Knees And Give Thanks Every Time Disaster Misses, It Makes No Sense To Moan When It Strikes.

Perseverance Does Not Equal Worthiness. Next Time You Want To Get My Attention, Wear Something Fun. Low-riding Jeans Are Hot.

It Was The Sheer Variety Of The Pain That Stopped Me From Crying Out. It Came From So Many Places, Spoke So Many Languages, Wore So Many Dazzling Varieties Of Ethnic Costume, That For A Full Fifteen Seconds I Could Only Hang My Jaw In Amazement.