MJ. Vancouver. This blog is one part writing, one part television, and a whole lot of bleach. Sometimes I read and talk, but mostly I just stare at the wall.
"Why are you standing on the flowers, Breaveman?"
My stepdad used to drive me around on his Honda Goldwing, which I remember being pretty lush, so probably that, if only for the sake of nostalgia.
I’m assuming you’re still plagued with regret over that bike, huh ;D