Well well
Got into town early yesterday.
Took the subway to Central sq and decided that waiting for the bus is about as cool as giving Paul Stanley a nude piggy back ride.
So I decided to walk from Central to Union square (bout a mile and a half) to the motorcycle shop.
I was like a proud parent picking his kid up from Gymboree or something. As I waited for the mustachioed walrus behind the counter to get my paperwork together I peered out back to the stable of motorcycles, looking for mine.
It took a little while but when I actually caught site of my bike I actually muttered “theeere he iiiiis” like a complete buttclown.
Within a few minutes I was pulling out of the parking lot. It was as if I hadn’t stopped riding for three months. Didn’t skip a beat. Like… riding… a bike. Pure joy washed over me like a river of pure uh.. joy.
Here. I asked the guy to snap a photo of me.
I headed to the tattoo shop just to put my backpack and jacket down so I could go back out and take a nice ride, but I was immediately bombarded with a task of putting together and mailing a package. This meant I had to walk to the P.O. Where is it? Four blocks down? Ok.
No. Not that simple. Not for me. I walked four blocks. Five. Six? Couldn’t find it. I ended up walking two miles. To Harvard. Halfway through my journey this dude walked up behind me and blurted a shitty joke.
Even before he was in my line of vision…
“Ever hear about that zen vacuum cleaner? It comes with no attachments”
He walked a little faster, sidling up next to me. I made a face as if he had just farted in a ski mask and put it on my head.
“I don’t get it”
“Oh. Well I don’t normally just tell jokes to strangers. I’m just happy to be alive today.”
Wonderful.
I finally got to the P.O. Then I waited in line in front of and behind mothers with crying babies. Package sent. Took a bus back to the shop.
Last night and tonight I’m doing double duty. The shop and my crappy office job just cause I’m a nice guy and March is hell in the office.
Go tell a friend about my paintings and ramblings. Get me out of here.
It’s too bad that the joke may have been mildly funny in any other situation. I am currently looking for a rich patron for you, but I may have to milk them a little myself first.
I’m actually quite interested in a painting (saw Ulli’s and saw Sarah’s on her blog), but am in a sad state of financial affairs currently. I will certainly be in touch, though, when things pick back up.