Only six miles ran out of six days.
Collectively six hours of sleep.
A job that will leave me with memories that I never wanted.
A second cell phone to help field the numerous calls. (oh boy!)
A wife that questions if I still remember her name.
A dog that is utterly confused.
A new burning love for a bullet bike that I will never own
And only two goals in an onslaught of a hockey game.
With all this in mind, all I ask is, could someone buy me a freakin cup of coffee?
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