|wear a helment most of the time, all of the time
||[Jul. 28th, 2006|10:09 am]
|||||bun b - know what im sayin'?||]|
so yesterday i rode my bike/ cap metro to cynths. the journey started, as most do with a flat tire, so i put a fresh inner tube and tire on, and stabbed myself with a screwdriver. at the bus stop i met this slack-jawed couple telling me about how they used to drink 4 cases of beer a day when they worked at a gas station, and how they dont mind blacks, but mexicans really push their buttons. once i got on guadalupe, the traffic was pretty thick so i decided to stay on the sidewalk, despite its legality and etiquite. and while trying to cross a street before an explorer made a left, another car pulled out from a parking lot and i went onto their hood and then into guadalupe. except for a gear shaped bruise on my right calf, and scratches on my palms, neither the bike or i suffered any serious injury.
then cynth, alex and i watched strangers with candy and got drunk.