the day i stole my bike back.
On Friday my bike got stolen from the library bike rack.
It was locked up with a combination lock and when I went back and found it was missing I wanted to cry.
The first person I called was Kennaz to see if he had taken it or seen it.
After two days of missing it and spreading the word about my wanted bike...
I got a message from my manager at the bar that I work at... she said she could see some black kids riding it. sad face. I replied.. where!? am i working tonight cause I have to chase these thieves.
She said it was right across from the Bull Bar, so Kennaz and I drove right over, pulled up right next to them... and these little gangsters were just hanging out literally 50 metres from where they stole it, with their mobile phones out playing music. I walked right up, put my hand on the handle bar and said
"I'm certain this is my bike, and you've stolen it. I'm gonna get it back."
"Nahh, this is my bike. I didn't steal it"
"It's the only bike with Mofo stickers on it. It's my bike"
Then Kennaz yoinked it out from beneath him by grabbing and pulling the front.
The kid got trapped between the seat and cried 'give me my bandana back!'
(he'd already started personalizing my low rider)
"you probably stole that too you little hoodrat"
we took off his bandana, threw the bike into the back of Kennaz ute and drove off.
I couldn't stop smiling and laughing. it was such an ultimate feeling stealing my bike back!
"you can get it if you really want" - Jimmy Cliff played in the car as we were driving back to my place.
Ahh it was so good placing my diamond back to its home.
I laughed so hard. "I'm gonna live till I'm a hundred I'm so happy!"
An idea of going back to take a photo came up and we did a drive by.
Kennaz!
the kids that stole my bike.
Funny thing is - the thieves called the cops on us.
I didn't think once of calling the cops and reporting anything, cause they're so fucking useless.
I've been skating a bit lately. I'm lovin' it.
My house is in such an awesome location.
less than 5 mins from the skatepark on the esplanade.
drawing i did of martin, the swedish photographer i miss hangin' out with.
fairy falls.
in the shed.
the backyard of my house in town is a jungle.
