MMMMMM

Yesterday. Mid-afternoon. Riding bike home. Sort of drunk. Cruising down hill.

I come to a street at the bottom of the decline, and some punk kid is standing there, in the street, on his bike, perpendicular to the sidewalk. He sees me coming. I know he does. He doesn't move.

I fly across the street and pass him, slightly banking the curb as I pass him. I keep riding. The result; bent wheel. What bothered me most was that I was drunk and didn't register what happened in a way that would have allowed me to do what I should have done (besides stop and go around him).

What I should have done is yelled, "Get the fuck out of the way! You and everyone like you should be murdered so I have less idiotic shit to deal with every day! Jackass!"

So for all of you bashful barrys out there: Give em' hell!