I like trouble
Sorry. Yep, I have to immediately apologize for my personal philosophy. Sorry. I make no bones about liking chaos, anarchy, and subversion. Sorry, again. I wish we still had social and economic classes. Maybe if I was part of the landed gentry or a Brahmin, I would be much more at ease with my intellect, sensitivity, and aesthete. Even if my entrance to the highest castes was not guaranteed, then I might strive to join them or to tear them down. Instead, I am a part of a society which encourages equality by diminishing achievement with flashy and petty distractions. So I've learned how to yell over the crass and uncaring, to surprise the punks with a few tricks of my own. And don't get me started with the classic battle of "I Fought The Law". I realize that on my miserable drive to work in the rain during rush hour while I like two-wheeled transport: it is the closest thing I have to freedom. On a moto, I barely subject to traffic laws and on a bicycle, I am not ...