I can’t believe my situation has come to this. Offering up my beloved bike for sale.

I’ve made a lot of memories on the saddle of this thing, and it may weird people out that I’m being this sentimental about an inanimate object, but this thing has been one of the only things that have kept me afloat in the past years. I just feel so alive when I’m zipping through dangerous Manila streets, keeping up with cars with no brakes to easily stop me if something goes wrong. Being on the brink of danger makes me feel alive. And of course, the places I’ve gone to using it.

But alas, priorities. I’ve almost depleted my finances. I don’t have a well-paying job, side projects are few and far between, and I’m depressed as fuck. Well, this is probably gonna depress me even more but at least I won’t feel like a fucking freeloader for my family.