The Seventeen Mile Adventure


I slept in and went for a decent length bike ride reminiscient of the '98 summer. Back then I would ride for about two hours a few times a week to work out all the frustrations of the week. Anyway, this is what I stopped to see along the way. Hold the cursor over the images to get a caption.

























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So I got back, went to the roof to stretch out and cool off. I did my stretches and a few pushups. I turned to the south and looked at the condo buidling. All of the units have balconies for folks to come out and get a decent north view. Not a minute passed before a fat guy came outside without any pants on. I did not want to see this...not at all. So I walked to the northside of the balcony to imagine that it never happened. What a sick fuck.

At the Clark Street Fair, everybody's favorite chach bar, Jon Barleycorn, had a karoke thing set up. These two guys went up there to sing the theme song from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. These steakheads just stood on the stage and didn't sing along. One of the guys looked like he was up there to be seen and nothing more. I would have stepped on stage to show them what a karoke performance really was, but it was daytime and I wasn't that drunk. Luckily, some guy sang Ratt's "Round and Round." That got everybody pumped up. Damn.

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The workplace will change this week. Curses!

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