Until I can decide how I want this site to evolve (or die) I am going to take it back to the early days, starting with the Round Up.
I saw Trouble the Water on Friday at the All Saint’s Cinema. If you aren’t still upset about Hurricane Katrina, and actively trying to hold some people accountable, then this movie will get you back in touch with that angry, hollow, place I call conscience. Nagin, Blanco, Bush, Brownie- they all need the dogs sicced on ’em.
Some kid at Tom Brown Park asked me if I knew where everyone was for the scavenger hunt race yesterday. Poor dumb bastard.
Let’s do it today. I’m ready. I’ll ride the damn course twice. Saturday I rode with my old friend S’quatch, who now considers himself a novelty rider as in,
“You will never guess who I rode bikes with yesterday!”
“Danny Bonnaduce? No. Tonya Harding? No. Dee Snider? No.”
“What! No way! I remember that guy!”
We rode out Old Bainbridge to Orchard Pond Road, Lake Jackson, Overstreet, and whatnot. Very San Felasco it was.
Yesterday it was East with friends, except Mystery, who also joined us. That guy fed me a bad oyster last week. It tasted like I swallowed a nickel. Then I shit my pants. Other than that, and his devious tactics, he’s a great guy. Lucky for me he doesn’t know about the internet so he won’t read this unless someone prints it out and gives it to him.
Yeah, I agree. I think this blog’s days are numbered.