funny you mention this.
first of all, im drunk. and depressed. wrolds ending anyway.
yesterday an old lady decided she wanted to point out that i was sitting in the cross walk and not the bike lane next to me. she had no idea the rules of the road, or protocol. all she saw was me. and you know what? she wasn't even in the fucking crosswalk.
it took all my energy to not scream this ladies head off. i wanted to. but i held back.
i wish I didn't.
I wish i had just dropped my bike, and screamed this ladies face off. i wish i could've body slammed this wretched cunt.
I told the kid who got me in all that trouble, that I hope he gets crippled by a bus. he rides like a fucking jack ass anyway so it could and should happen.
I told him that if he were to die tomorrow, i'd send his fucking parents a birthday card every year for him. I told him that i'd laugh in his parents face.
i'm a sick fucking individual sometimes. There's a line, and i'm crossing it.
he crossed one too, by the way.
Now we mention too close to traffic? Today I did fly too close to traffic. On Lower wacker, earlier today, i came so close to being hit by a car going 45 miles an hour. I could feel the fucking woosh of the car as it sped past me. it probably missed by inches.
inches.
a few more inches to the right, and I'm dead. you all get your joke back to you in spades.
When I got to where I was going (I had to go from Michian and Ohio to Wacker and Van Buren, so naturally I took lower wacker from the east-west portion to the north-south portion) I just stood and looked at my bike.
I thought to myself 'fuck that was a close one. Why do I ride down there?'
then I smiled to myself
as I thought
'because I don't give a fuck if I live or die anymore. it's that simple'
I could stop at every red light. I could ride the sidewalks. I could do everything and anything I can to stay safe when I am out there.
but I don't.
because. whats. the. fun. in. that.