i went over to the gas station on 2nd ave and paid $1 for air. then my shoes and i rode to union square and watched some bmx kids do jumps off of a poorly constructed "ramp" that was just cinderblocks and scrap plywood. nothing like watching other people live dangerously!
what's that? yes. my shoes match my bike. sometimes it seems like everything i own is silver. or pink. or black.
later i had dinner with poogene at la esquina.
i ate so much food. ceviche, quesadillas with huitlacoche, and a whole pan fried fish. poo ate the fish eye.
i only had two margaritas but i honestly can't remember what we talked about at dinner. everything, basically. but mostly sex. and drugs. oh, and blogging.
it was perfect weather for bike riding.
my tires have a slow leak, i really need professional help. or a patch kit?
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