Friday, April 16, 2010
a random turn on the walk hole can change everything.
and I just happened to turn past baruch on my way home.
tons of bikes lie there in the evening hours.
my cash money bet is alot of accounting majors double as squids at night.
anyways, rarely does one of baruch's lame crotch rockets raise a bastard's eyebows,
I had to stop for this beastie.
now I've made no bones about my love of the ducati monster.
I think when the teacher bought one last season, I died a little bit inside.
but this bile was pretty as it glinted in the evening sun, around the din of students hanging out before whatever comes next on a Wednesday.