i rejoice because i have no choice but to square off with los angeles. we see each other across the ring--the mighty mecca vs. the tender-skinned girl. yet when we draw close my punch falls limp and i embrace.
around christmastime i was riding down jefferson when i noticed a group of brawny firemen up on the station. they were trying desperately to hang these dainty little lights, obviously having a hell of a time, but laughing just the same--stretching their navy blue uniforms a bit too much in their effort to decorate. i literally cried. then i thanked my bike. the end.