EVICTION! That’s right, folks. The birthday curse has struck again. I have to be out of here by the end of April. At least this time I get some notice. So if anybody knows of any sweet apartments in North County, hook me up with some contact info.
Nothing makes you feel like a kid again more than crashing your bike and bouncing off the pavement just the way you used to. Seriously. It’s all but astonishing I didn’t hurt myself badly, and this leads me to three divergent theories.
1) I’m incredibly resilient for a guy who weighs in at something over 3A, where A = Age = 30.
2) Maybe this whole vegetarian thing is working better than I thought.
3) My crash was caused by a gravitic anomaly, rather than my own ineptitude. (Yeah. I’m not buying that one either.)
So I was riding my bike to go pick up my work truck from it’s tune-up, and I wanted to take my enormous tankard of iced tea with me. This turned out to be a bad idea. I kind of balked when it was time to cross the train tracks and my hesitation caused me to lose control of the bike, drop my beverage, and plunge earthward all at roughly the same instant.
It was genuinely a pleasant surprise when my body pretty much all by itself, twisted the handlebars out of the way, determined which direction to fall, rolled into the fall, and stuck out a leg to both stop me from rolling and use up the last of my kinetic energy.Long story endless, I got a boo-boo and a little bit of my youth back today. I figure they’ll probably have the same shelf life.
Lost my phone and all my numbers. Left it on the table at Red Robbin in Santa Maria. Went back within about fifteen minutes and it was gone. Built myself a new phone and transferred my number. Transferred a test number to the stolen phone, and the scumbag who stole it wouldn’t pick up. S/he did answer texts after a while and wouldn’t even take $100 for it without trying to scam me further. So just on the off chance, here’s the deal. It’s a Sony Ericsson K550i, which is a black candy bar style phone with a silver sliding lens cover. It’s distinctly identifiable by the fact that it is marked as a test unit or prototype.$100 to anybody who can provide the phone, and $500 to the person who can provide me with the identity of the person who told me to fuck off when I was offering $100 for the safe return of my own property.
