scrape me
today i had the amazing experience of riding my bike downhill with blood flying out behind me. this is really a pinnacle of existence.
things that are pinnacles of existence:
1. breaking glass over someone's head
2. drinking champagne and swinging really high on a swingset and jumping off and landing on your feet and doing gymnast triumph poses
3. riding your bike downhill with blood gushing from a fresh wound
there are more but it is the opposite of fun to list everything that is fun.
anyways my feet hurt in a brutal way so when i woke up at ashleys apartment i borrowed her flip flops to bike home which as everyone who has ever ridden a bike knows is a terrible idea. my old bike was a piece of shit and i wiped out a lot on it because it was decrepit and had awful brakes and gears and what not but biking is fucking awesome so i did it anyway until one wipeout bent a crucial mechanical part. then i bought a fancy bike with my "economic stimulus" and it was a wet dream from god until i busted my foot open on 21st street and had to hobble home and i saw a regular from the gas station and he was all hey man how's it going what happened to your OH GOD and he literally ran away from me. god being crippled is so fucking great. i guess i should put a band aid on my foot now, or stitch it together, maybe.
things that are pinnacles of existence:
1. breaking glass over someone's head
2. drinking champagne and swinging really high on a swingset and jumping off and landing on your feet and doing gymnast triumph poses
3. riding your bike downhill with blood gushing from a fresh wound
there are more but it is the opposite of fun to list everything that is fun.
anyways my feet hurt in a brutal way so when i woke up at ashleys apartment i borrowed her flip flops to bike home which as everyone who has ever ridden a bike knows is a terrible idea. my old bike was a piece of shit and i wiped out a lot on it because it was decrepit and had awful brakes and gears and what not but biking is fucking awesome so i did it anyway until one wipeout bent a crucial mechanical part. then i bought a fancy bike with my "economic stimulus" and it was a wet dream from god until i busted my foot open on 21st street and had to hobble home and i saw a regular from the gas station and he was all hey man how's it going what happened to your OH GOD and he literally ran away from me. god being crippled is so fucking great. i guess i should put a band aid on my foot now, or stitch it together, maybe.
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