Quarter life crisis 2.0

So further to my last update, things have developed further in the Quarter life crisis front guys. And when I say developed I mean like in an a way a body builder "develops" muscles on steroids. Yes, my quarter life crisis is on the roids. But I'm not even embarrassed about it, much like a body builder I'm flaunting it, spraying it orange, and calling it a day.

Soz body builders, I totally respect what you do and maybe you're the only ones who will truly get what I'm going through. Ah, long shot?

Apart from the fact that I'm listening to house music while I a write this, I am doing something else that is very out of the ordinary for conservative old me. I'm just going to come out and say it. I'm wearing leather pants, here they are.

Body builders eat your heart out. Cat women-esq? Maybe. But hey, they'll go with the motorbike. I also kind of rustle and squeak as I walk like mouse trapped in a plastic bag.