Story Time

So I spent the night at my buddy Richards house one night. It happened to be extremely cold for this time of year. It was continually cold the next day. I was planning on riding my bike from his house to the DSC campus. His father offered me a ride about half way. I accepted his offer.

Once I was let out I began my trek down New York ave. I didn't have gloves so I decided to ride no hands and put them in my jacket pockets. This turned out to be a fatal mistake. If you know New York ave then you know its shitty. Its made like a bad sidewalk. Anyway my wheel went into a poorly filled crack and my weight shifted. This caused the front wheel to turn sideways. You might have guessed what happened next. I began to fly. Fly like a penguin that is. Lucky for me I got my hands out of my pockets in time to absorb some shock. I then rolled most of the fall out. My feet stayed inside my clips, so my bike went with me a ways. THe back wheel was then hit very hard on the ground. My rim was then bent slightly.

I arose from the fall in a "Whaowhatthefuck" fashion. I got my bike and continued on to school. I felt certain areas of my body hurt. Later I found out that my left forearm and shoulder were a little scratched. Somehow my left ankle was scratched near the Achillies tendon. My guess is it was the pedals that did the trick.

I arived at school late.

I got a ride to the bike shop to talk to BST (Bike Shop Teddy).

He fixed it the next day.

I ride with hands now (Well not all the time).

Two days off from work is awesome.

I hate family gatherings.

And Chris Kee.

And Charles Chaussinand.

Here is a hand drawn dramatization I made. I spent a long time drawing them. Even longer installing my step-dad's scanner. His computer was in the shop.