Piss and Vinegar

Woke up with indifference. Starting to get in a fighting mood. I'm a bottle of Scotch away from barroom brawl. To head that off will require a one-two punch of chopper riding and strong coffee. The bike betters my mood, operates as a focusing point as my whole body and all of my limbs work together to navigate the old girl. The coffee makes me more cerebral, less emotional, and I soon find the very notion of pub conflict merely amusing. Glad I've got a doctorate so I can prescribe remedies to myself.