Friday, June 13, 2008

Friday PM

I escaped work a little early with the intention of getting in a bike
ride and some fresh albeit foggy air before a late happy hour. The bus
is already busting at the seams and scented with the cotton candy
sweetness of strippers. I dont see any clear heels peeking from the
mass but im pretty sure they must be incognito. The usual battle for
the backdoor begins at market. I am going to hunker down and go to a
happy place.

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