It wasn't until I got out of the DC rat race that I realized something was missing in my life. I think I just kept myself so busy with more, better, bigger that I didn't have time for much else. Traveled the world, had cars and motorcycles out the wazoo, owned a house, did pretend important things in my job, and it wasn't until I moved to the laid back west coast that I realized I had it all wrong. I think it was the "in service of others" being the meaning of life that I didn't get. If I had been doing more volunteer work, maybe it would have scratched that itch. It wasn't until five years after leaving DC that I even considered having a kid remotely possible. Now, I revel in the fact that none of that other shit matters because I'm either too exhausted or too occupied to give a fuck.
'76 911S | '14 328xi | '17 GTI | In memoriam: '08 848, '85 944
"Here, at last, is the cure for texting while driving. The millions of deaths which occur every year due to the iPhone’s ability to stream the Kim K/Ray-J video in 4G could all be avoided, every last one of them, if the government issued everyone a Seventies 911 and made sure they always left the house five minutes later than they’d wanted to. It would help if it could be made to rain as well. Full attention on the road. Guaranteed." -Jack Baruth
"Here, at last, is the cure for texting while driving. The millions of deaths which occur every year due to the iPhone’s ability to stream the Kim K/Ray-J video in 4G could all be avoided, every last one of them, if the government issued everyone a Seventies 911 and made sure they always left the house five minutes later than they’d wanted to. It would help if it could be made to rain as well. Full attention on the road. Guaranteed." -Jack Baruth