I am at work and I am being sneaky. Boy oh boy am I busy. Everyone thinks I am answering emails about musical instruments, but I'm not.
It's coooold out today, but I like it. My knuckles felt like knotty little carrots when I was riding my bike here this morning. People were looking at me funny because I was wearing my big studio headphones strapped over my face with the chin strap from my army-man bike helmet, and I had my secret agent rear view mirror sunglasses on. But they looked even funnier than I did because they were hiding in their cars zooming around each other and honking and burning through the lights as fast as possible. This hummer the size of a UPS truck came screeching around a corner on Lincoln avenue and almost flattened this ragged old lady with an even more ragged looking walker that was held together with duck tape and bumper stickers. Someone in a big, black SUV screamed something as he swerved around me that, thanks to the doppler effect, sounded like part of the song I was listening to. One guy in a cab almost pulled out in front of me so I stared him down through my secret agent sunglasses, but then he stuck his tongue out at me as I pedalled by, which made me think he was cool.
In which I shamelessly abuse the internet.
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