I have been finding some good shit on the road lately. Pair of needle nose pliers last week, and last night i found a bungee, and a book: Staying Christian in College. I figure me and Steve can get together tonight read each other passages about the dangers of liberal myths out of it. Good times. plus we can figure out if that one time really counts or not.
So last night I'm riding home, out of the STP campus and I decide to go up the hill to see if I can sneak a peek at the Saints game over at Midway. Couldn't really see anything through the trees, but I had about 50lbs of BOB behind me so I started hauling ass down the hill towards energy park drive. I'm hoping I can trigger the light and ride this train all the way home, so I move over to the left part of the lane. Light changes and I'm like sweet. I book it through the intersection and this guy in his pickup is just throwing an absolute hissy fit"What the fuck? why does he get the fuckin light? fuck fuck fuck. " just really sounding off, I don't think he was even yelling at me directly as much as he was yelling at the light. I laughed all the way home.
Sideburnz
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