After hauling Lolas plentiful ass up what could only be described as the steepest climb this entire ride; I discover that my ability to follow simple left & right instructions flew out of the grease chain a long time ago. I push her up and I scuttle her down, I break for a beer, I avoid paranoid stares from safe-house window dwellers to find my wheels and feet, finally (and on the verge of wetting myself) at what may seem my #6 desired destination. Theyll leave the door unlocked for you - only to find said door firmly locked... A quick thought -Hmmm, ah, a window is open! That must be it, tough neighbourhood or something. Unable to juggle the task of jumping and holding it in I release my fluids down a dark alley to the side of the house, drag half a bag of abandoned compost soil to the windows brim, secure one foot upon it and prepare to leap inward being extra careful not to land in the toilet bowl. But something strikes me. I pull out my phone and re-read the message... 6b immediately I stealthily push the window back to its original position, scan the area and casually walk away from what could have easily been an extremely awkward situation. Goodnight, Queenstown.
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 07:18:31 +0000
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