So, occassionally I'm sitting here, concentrating..
And a random thought will pop into my head:
Of when I was a wee lad (like 6 years old) and we were vacationing in Ocean City NJ. One evening these guys on choppers come roaring into the hotel complex, do a circle, and then roar out.
And my aunt mutters something about "terrible.. people.. motorcycles" its a blurr. But a recurring although rare blurr of weird thought that shows up at the most inopportune time.
Choppers, aunt Suzy, Ocean City.