RANDOM NOTES FROM EVERYWHERE
Baseball? Let's just kill all the umpires and
pile them up in center field. That games too
fast now anyway. It's for dogs. I hear some
fucking Harley guy a half-mile or more away,
coning down my road doing probably 75. I
hope he hits a rock or a deer. I'll sure pick
him up. Hey! And now 3 more just went by,
in the opposite direction. God for them.
-
The lead bike of those 3 was yellow. I never
liked yellow bikes, though I had one once,
for about 20 hours. Me and some guy - a
really good friend back then - traded
titles at some bar, a sleazeball place in
Dunellen. we went home together, on
our separate new bikes. I hated mine and
sold it about 3 weeks later, from out in
front of Olivers' (a bar on St. George Ave.)...
-
He got hit, on mine, by some Asian lady. A
few injuries, but he sued. He made a bundle.
No comments:
Post a Comment