last night at work i made the mistake of drinking a whole bottle of champagne. The night was fizzing with small golden bubbles. floating around my head like a song. everyone looked like they were bathing in a golden light. streaks glowing accross their faces. their cheeks popping like banana caramel cake.
i got through it. finished up and locked the door. check. double check. triple check... over check everything. i made my way onto the street. riding my shiny vintage yellow bike. turning up an old street. a van came so close it grazed my fear and made my canned heart skip an electronic beat.
who thought you could stumble so much on a bike ?
Friday, November 16, 2007
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