when i got home tonight, the bastard had no errands to run, so he went for a ride on the old iron horse. i went around town and back again.
made a pit stop over at dean thrilla's. his kids are bigger.
by the time i got back to the hood, i had 10 minutes to get to trader joes, you know, for fancy beer, so i got into the car and sped there.
the bastard engaged in 3 minutes of the most deplorable driving, i have ever engaged in.
deplorable.
it was delightful.
—the bastard
2 comments:
If there was no road rash than all is good.
true dat but, it was in the car. for some reason, i'm much more responsible on the bike. probably due to my desire to not get road rash
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