III Redux

By Ray on October 26, 2006 4:27 PM 5 Comments

Wow, when I was typing my last entry a few nights back, I didn't really know where I was going with it. I've found that riding a motorcycle is a good time to think, because there are very few distractions around like cell phones or radios, and some of my thoughts just seemed kinda vaguely blogworthy.

Especially the bit about the chocolate malt chip. Seriously, have you had this stuff? It's amazing.

I appreciate all the emails and comments. I guess I should clarify that at no time was I seriously contemplating harming myself, so those of you who were worried in that direction, rest your pretty heads.

Things have a way of sorting themselves out, and I'm sure they will, but it's nice to know that people care.

Thanks, y'all.

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Elvis | October 26, 2006 5:44 PM | Reply

There's nothing that gets people's attention quite like suicidal ideation. I try to use that power only for good. B^)

I'm with 'ya on the thinking thing. Two wheels is good for that. Just not too much thinking, it tends to interfere with the riding sometimes.

G Bitch | October 27, 2006 8:31 AM | Reply

I understood perfectly and wasn't worried for a second. That is scary.

Ray | October 27, 2006 8:44 AM | Reply

Yeah, it was kind of like Amy's belgian chocolate, with dark chocolate chips. In a sugar cone.

Gentilly Girl | October 27, 2006 5:33 PM | Reply

Darnit hon! Now you've got me craving banana splits and hot fudge sundies. (For some reason I want pickles too.)

Mike Ellis | October 28, 2006 11:16 PM | Reply

Ray,

I've missed your blog for quite awhile and just read this one and the previous:

"I've been wrestling with my place in society lately. It's changed so much in the last three years, and even more since I moved. I used to be the guy that organized the pub runs, the Bigfoot beer schnocks, the Sunday afternoon darts and pints. And when I quit, I stopped calling people, and they stopped calling me. I know how it goes, I used to be the same way. You don't know whether to call up the recovering drunk and invite him out when you're gonna be drinking, in case it might somehow be rude. And so vast stretches of my social life just kind of slowly faded away."

I remember when you were that guy and in fact Bill B (who works on my team now) have talked about how you were the guy who organized the Ginger Man get togethers and how we don't go there any more. I never thought of you as a recovering drunk and stopped calling you - I'm too a-social so I just don't go out.

I guess I just want to say that you, Ray, have a warm place in the hearts of us back here in Austin still. And Bill and I are wanting to head down to New Orleans and visit you - road trip!.

You are not forgotten and neither is New Orleans. Are you booked up for Mardi Gras yet?

Regards
Mike