Red Pill Life. Harley and ManCave and a sense of Equilibrium acchieved.. Does anybody else feel like they've lost all interest in maintaining romantic relationships as far as dispensing with all those fuckin annoying obligatory phone calls, texting, follow throughs..etc? Ive been Red Pill awakened for nearly a year now and not the fog is slowly dissipating..the painstakingly slow process of Blue Pill deconstructionist not something that has happened overnight But with daily pills of Howard Dare, Leykis, Sandman, Rollo, Stardusk, Paul Elam and Big John I'm slowly coming to terms with The Big Lie. So a few evenings ago I'm riding my Harley along the ocean here in Swamp Ass South Florida and with the combination of a beautiful sunset, a warm crisp breeze and the orange and pinks of the setting sun offset by the beautiful Oceanside I got one of those rare fleeting glimpses behind The Curtain and felt a Zen moment of perfect position in The Universe. No wife, no kids, credit repaired , a little cash in the bank growing steadily n slowly, a little yet functional Man Cave...my ratty old Toyota and prize Harley paid for..it dawned on me: WTF do I need the burden of a GF for? If I want pussy I got a chick to go for that ..trained her over the course of a year to respect and abide by MY boundaries. If she wants to nudge the envelope I show her the doorknob. Which I've done so periodically so now she is resigned to my spatial demands. Other than that, the whole buying ratchet Hit The Wall Hard chicks at bars is something I wont even fuckin consider..my family n good friends say I'm cheap as fuck...that doesn't take me in the least. I read the game book book and peeked at how the last chapter ends. All I can say is that MY Harley has NO passenger seat.....!!