Since the car still is a no go I decided to ride my bike (thats bicyle not motorcycle for very good reasons) to the bank. On the way back Im flying down Springfield Blvd playing in traffic like the haters tell me to do when I decide in my infinite wisdom to blaze thru that red light in front of me. As Murphys Law clearly stipulates the one and only car on the cross street arrives at the very same time. (Of course). I slam on the brakes the bike goes sideways in a very uncomfortable manner an thats when the pavement started reciting Jay-Z lyrics. ALLOW ME TO REINTRODUCE MYSELF KAPLOW!!!!! Dead in the middle of the street. I hop up, gather my phone and Dre Beats, straighten my handle bars and get right back to business with the quickness (as any person who clearly played themselves would do). Interestingly enough, my first thought as I look down and see a couple of drops of blood on my sweatshirt was DAMN!!!! I HOPE THE POLO HOODIE IS OK!!!!. (vanity sux!!!)
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 17:11:25 +0000
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