It is starting to get cold enough that I am anticipating the end of bike-ride-to-work season. I was surprised this morning to feel a pang of regret over this. The early morning exercise, concentration and surprises [like the groundhog across from the VTR] helped me be a better worker.
That was written yesterday. There is a unique savor to self-inflicted irony. I went ass-over-teakettle last night on my way to a meeting about crime in Tremont. I was mugged by the sidewalk but it only took my dignity. The damage report is a scraped left palm, abraded left cheek, busted chin, broken left toe and broken right elbow. That’s what I get for riding down the sidewalk too fast, and using my front brake too much. If I get my wisdom teeth out tomorrow I’ll look like I belong to a fight club.
I’ve always wanted to learn how to do more shit southpaw anyway.