I’m heading to Houston tomorrow, god willing. Someone stole my bike while i was sleeping the other night. I locked it to a barb wire fence while i slept 30 yards away and, needless to say, someone snipped the fence and took my bike, lock and all. Relatively fucked, i called a friend in Austin. She picked me up, and I’ve been back at the hostel since. I’ve built up a new bike though (actually, i mostly watched others as they built it up for me), and I’m getting ready to head out to a Chicano-Latino leadership conference this weekend. It could be shit, but I’m hoping it's worth it.
That’s about all I’ve got to say about the project/my life right now. The idea of "don't let anybody talk you out of this" is all that keeps me going sometimes. I’ve got a drive and goal, but shit like this really demands that i step outside of myself to figure out what the hell I’m doing. So far, project's still a go.
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