Last ounce of Pride

I went into a big box store to get a flat tyre repaired.

Turns out there is a nail in the sidewall, it cannot be repaired.

They ordered a new tyre, installed my spare and sent me on my way.

My new tyre, should arrive Friday, if not this one then the next.

I would rather have kept the old one and simply inflate it daily as I have been doing.

Pulling out of the parking lot I could feel all the eyes gazing at the vast emptiness in my wheel well.

Laughing at the circus quality proportions of the inadequate spare nestled in a cavernous void.

I press the accelerator. "Low Traction", on flat black asphalt, in dry September weather, on a flat grade, at 30 kilometers per hour.

Driving along. The low traction indicator laughing at me.

Three BMW motorcycles are parallel to me. I rarely care about vehicles. Yet, I can't stop ogling the middle bike. Is he looking back, wondering how long I've been driving on that tyre ? Wondering perhaps I can't afford a new one ? I still can't stop staring at the beautiful machine. I wonder if they're doctors.

Driving the highway stretch I make sure not to exceed the maximum speed of the tyre; 80 km/h.

As I pull into my driveway, the though occurs, perhaps nobody cares that I'm driving on a spare and most people even glance to notice.

As I'm unlocking my front door, I hear a child on a bicycle yell.

"Daddy, Daddy, Come see this funny little tire"

π

April 26th is the real motherfucking pi day.
Much like pi approximation day, March 14th,
it started out with the best intentions.
Much like March 14th, pi approximation day,
my spirits were crushed to pieces.

The little hill at the end of the Valley.

Last night would be a turn around after a terrible week.
I had to listen to tales of conquests and ingratitude belched forth by friendly cretins.
For where I to have been in that position, most humbly I would have spoke.
Or so I had thought. In truth I had been him far too many times.
By boast of course, read into the word what you will.

An early night called before seeing the early morning hours.
I sit here, no different than where I have always sat.
Perhaps Máni will bring me the courage to follow through on my decade long quest.
To better myself.

Last night I watched Human Target.
Monday I watched House.
I feel guilty whenever I watch FOX.
Knowing that I'm directly responsible.
For funding the Republican party.

Moral is low

Moral is low.
Pi Day Came, Moral was high.
The Ides of March came moral was shattered.
I do not like mushroom soup.
I was told it was time to leave.
But I've lived here my whole life.
Where will I go ?
Moral is low.