...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
...on old gold
"you know bastard, why don't you get a gold wing?", queried robbo
"nah", i replied
"why not, it has air conditioning, and a stereo, and it's like riding a couch"
"why not put doors on it and call it a goddam car"
last night, the boy and i were running around the block and i saw this parked across the street.
the bastard saw it last week up close so i snapped one off.
and i thought, i could do this.
sure, it's a goldwing but, it has no fairing.
no stereo.
no air conditioning.
just a strong horse with a comfy saddle.
i can definately do this.
—the bastard
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