Thanks for giving

Bicycle sales have been down as of late so I have only worked a few days in the past couple of weeks. Good thing because I have been able to catch up on other random tasks. The simple stuff that always gets pushed aside when time becomes a high commodity. But, today I got the call. I said put me in cold, I need the money. So if you are thinking, three call ups in the last two weeks hardly seems worth it. You are right, and that is without the stupid crap that happens to you whe your broke. As I made out of the sweat shop on my way home, I excellerated out of a stop light with four other cars. All of us at the same speed heading down hill around the corner and look who is sitting their with his gun pointed right at us. I you guessed Johnny Law, the Fuzz, the Boys in Blue, the Rollers or Coper Coper Crime Stoper you are correct. Somehow I was the only one to get the speeding ticket clearly setup by a steep downhill and blind spot situation. . Isn’t it always when you are riding high that life rears its ugly head and kicks you full on in the junk.

Man I swear I could be on the ride of my life, come home, fall over in the front yard on a garden hoe, smack myself in the head and fall backwards only to wake up in a different dimension. One of sight and sound of course.