0300 LOWRIDER (Crossposted)
A quick short story about a ride home. Inspired by my ride tonight from work.
It's past three in the morning and he is heading home. Work was the same boring usual stuff. Same lame jokes spread amongst the staff and same fake smiles flashed to rich customers known for being free with their money.
But now he is off for his weekend. The bars are empty. His friends are asleep. It is just him and his lowrider bicycle cruising down the center of the main drag through town. No sight of the usual cars. No sight of the usual street people. Just the sound of rubber on pavement and the blood running through his head.
Except for his right nut jumping between the crotch in his shorts and his pant leg, his world is perfect.
It's past three in the morning and he is heading home. Work was the same boring usual stuff. Same lame jokes spread amongst the staff and same fake smiles flashed to rich customers known for being free with their money.
But now he is off for his weekend. The bars are empty. His friends are asleep. It is just him and his lowrider bicycle cruising down the center of the main drag through town. No sight of the usual cars. No sight of the usual street people. Just the sound of rubber on pavement and the blood running through his head.
Except for his right nut jumping between the crotch in his shorts and his pant leg, his world is perfect.