there's this guy who cleans our p0ol every day. he wears pants that only go down to the top of his ankles and sandals that you picture jesus wearing. i call him noah because he is clearly expecting a flood and his shoes are so... so... biblical.

i rode my bike to my favorite restaurant tonight, under a duanting cloud. oddly, not a drop of rain fell on the way. i ordered my usual, ate, paid and jumped on my bike again. i couldn't find my cloud in the dark of night that'd fallen while i was eating. i just rode and halfway home the skies opened up and let loose a downpour so furious that it was clearly what noah had been anticipating. soaked to the bone. balderdash.

i got brass knuckles hanging from my neck and my chain. yeah. i just quoted good charlotte and i'm not ashamed. recognize.

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