I’m a gracefully slowing down, former low level competitive bike rider guy that moved to Amsterdam, North Holland from Canmore, Alberta, in the fall of 2014 and I haven’t written anything in nearly two years.
Here there are no mountains to ride or sun to chase. But if you like howling wind and the soaking wet, plus colds that reside in the darkest crevices of your chest, or that are buried far deep behind your face, then man, let me tell you, this is the place to be.
Also, the pie is good, the drugs are great, and the girls aren’t bad.
Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final.