My name is Brendan, and I don't have anything to sell.
I don't have a house, or a car, or a family, or a full time job.
But I do have my motorcycle. And the freedom to ride it wherever I like.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Continuing with my history of losing stuff
Well, my dad just got back to Chicago, and what was waiting for him in an envelope there? My driver's license (I use his house as my official address for stuff). Apparently I'd left it at the Canadian border post in New Brunswick.