Burning bridges

I spent Wednesday evening at the Heart of Texas shop tinkering with the pedicab and polishing off a growler of good beer. Spending quality time with my ride and suds isn't the only reason to be there though.

After a couple hours, I realized that the next few weeks of traveling Thailand would offer little opportunity for unaccountability similar to what I was experiencing. At HOT Shop I can drink until I'm done and smoke when I please, but the coming month will no doubt test me in many ways.

I'll probably find myself among countless in-laws for days at a time with no avenue or pretext of escape. I'll wear my smile while everyone else really gets the joke. Dang has a way of cracking everyone up, but you've got to speak the language.

After draining my last pint of ale I stepped up wobbly on the bench at top of the ramp and pissed on the dust ten feet below while marveling at the Austin skyline. The Frost Bank tower owl and I shared a moment in time. Austin, I've marked my territory. Don't fall in love with anybody else while I'm gone. I shall return.