New Shoes and Lightning

So, lightning struck (multiple times at that) and my router is toast...again. My PC's power supply is shot and I get to drop close to a bill to replace all this.

So, for all that, invest in a GOOD surge protector. Better yet, according to my brother, but the bad ass uninterrupted power supply and sleep peacefully. I'll have to get back to you on how the PSU swap goes; I expect it to be complicated and simple at the same time. Joy.

The good news? My shoes came in! I ordered them through Zappo's, an online shoe store I've known about for some years now. The wife got some flats and I got...

Yes, I bought the ones with the Highway to Hell cover. Bon Scott, horns and all. The soles kick ass as well. Dyl is extremely jealous. No one in town has these yet, and well, that's just awesome! For all the bullshit going on with my electronic world, the simple Chucks help the healing.

Now, let there be rock...

Unrequited, VI

He could feel himself floating, the road flowing beneath him.

Time seemed to stand still.

Birds paused mid-flight. Traffic stopped. Silence filled the realm.

Leila was saying something, but the view was too beautiful to be ruined with speech.

Declan remembered that last ride he and Moira took down this road.

They ate some Chinese that night, and Moira begged to take a ride. No helmet, she begged. I want to feel the wind in my hair, she purred. Declan didn't need a second opinion. The warm air embraced their bodies as they sped down the road, making bike weave through the various beaters and high end Beemers. The two bodies shifted together, a carnal waltz making the ride that much more fulfilling.

As per their usual cat-and-mouse game of lust, Moira liked to nibble on his ear as Declan went through the gears. She giggled when he would miss a shift, then would squeeze him closer almost apologetically.

The last thing he saw was gentle waters of the river.

Unrequited, V

The drive down 290 went quickly, blending into I-35 without much pause.

The song blared in his helmet, wailing guitars, and the vocals detailing all the troubled him now.

"...Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale..." as Declan shifted, hit the throttle, and the engine whined with anticipation.

Immediately, his phone began to ring. Damn, though Declan, she's gonna stop me.

"Yes?"

"Dec, what are you doing?"

"C'mon...you wanted to go for a ride, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but you're going like 85 right now! Slow down!"

"Sorry...you know what today is right?" And with that, he hung up on here on the song resumed.

"...Feels like you're dying...You're dying...You...Your sex is like fire..."

The marker would soon be within sight.