Easy as a Pussy Fart!

Chopper Heaven, or it least it seems that way to me. Things are simple, if you ignore one problem it will eventually consume your comfort. I paint, I ride when I can and paint. When the small town gets TOO small I jump on one of the bikes and hall ass to phoenix or where ever. Get my kicks and head back home, stress free.
Different trains of thought are starting to replace the ones that used to be driven by a bunch of shit heals that would inevitably make themselves an issue just because they were in close proximity. No ones here to flop their pathetic asses in my world and if they do they are easily removed. Not like "Urbainia" where they seem to keep on coming like the onslaught of zombies dressed in the latest fashion.
It's the Holiday Season and I visited who I wanted to and they were a good choice. I came home to work on the new painting for a few days and the back up to the big city for the new year. 200 miles one way each time and I'm tearin' it up about once every week in a half. I'm getting my riding in, work is passing through my studio and my home is warm and usually dry...it's working. Now lets see where this takes me!