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i'm mad. i'm having a rough morning/ afternoon. i hate getting out of the shower when i'm hungover and finding my skateboard missing. and punching my little brother in the face. [this is not typical behavior.] actually, i had never behaved in a way where i punched anyone in the face. anyway, two hours later, i found my bike was missing. if you know anything about me-- you know i love my fucking bikes. and if you know a bunch about me, you know lucy annhiliated my schwinn while i was in reno. and that's why my dad paid all that money for diesel to put in his truck and drive all the way out to reno and back in june. to come and get me and my shit.. namely, my bicycle. he could have just put me on a train or a bus, but he knew how much i wanted to keep my bike.
so if anyone sees my black austrian cruiser with the orange paint splatters and the, "my other bike is a bike", "emo nixon", and "reno bike project", stickers on it.. i am ready to punch someone else in the face.
so if anyone sees my black austrian cruiser with the orange paint splatters and the, "my other bike is a bike", "emo nixon", and "reno bike project", stickers on it.. i am ready to punch someone else in the face.