alot of my sentences start with "I"

i feel like writing something.
but i never know how to start.
reminds me of grade school when we had those stupid english classes where all you had to do was writing. some form of writing.
poems, or stories or whatever the hell you wanted really.
i thought it was stupid, but looking back at it, i know it was stupid.
and every time i would tell my teacher i didnt know what to write, he would say to start by writing that i didnt know what to write.
so after that class i catch myself doing that in a lot of things in my life.
i dont know what to say. ive said that a ton of times in the last year.
i really dont know what to say.
today ive got some things in my head, but i dont know what to say.
so im gonna write about my day yesterday and see where it takes me,
i didnt work, for the first time in a few weeks i had a whole day where i had nothing i was comitted to doing. tons of stuff i probably should have been doing but that stuff doesnt matter.
i took the day and rode my bike,
with some of the boys first, and then by myself all the rest of the day.
i stopped at my friend randalls place out in francis, a good buddy from carpentry school. and i hadnt been to his place before.
so he gave me the grand tour, all around his town, the next town over where they sell beer and so on. i guess in the country you cant have offsale in two towns that are less than 15 miles apart. so we went to sedley.
he showed me his garden, and the greenhouse hes been building.
32 degrees, and some percent humidity. flowers, some trees, herbs, all that stuff.
thats randalls downtime, after a long crappy week of work he goes home and gardens.
youd never guess it. trust me. but thats where he leaves his bullshit.
forgets about everything and relaxes.
everyone has something. or everyone should have something i should say.
cause the people who dont must be crazy or borderline.
for me its my bike. get away from everything, dont have to talk to anyone, see anything besides what you want to see. go ride and let the mind sort through things.
its my sanity, and ive been missing it this summer alot.
and ive had a lot or times i was wishing i could go for a rip.
so i spent all day riding, and thinking and visiting people who are important in my life. it was a beauty day. riding down some grids no vehicles or people or nothing for miles. i sat out in a field for quite and while and just enjoyed the day.
i always wonder what people use in their lives to do that.
just finished reading what i wrote here, and realized it doesnt say anything really.
its just a bunch of small stories but i feel better and i really only wanted to post this picture anyways.