Sleep-Riding

Its so funny to think back to the looking part i dont have a big house but i looked all over including in the cuboard under the stairs just in case in some drunken stupor i had decided that was a safe bike store (shows how drunk i was still when i woke up). It turned out it was in the hall that connects the upstaris flat, front door was wide open and my flat door was on the latch

yea mine was on the steps, just a half flight up from the alley. Wonder it wasn't taken, along with the food in my fridge, and the car from my garage.

My worst escapades come from when i was in Wash DC and putting back cheap beers from 3PM on every day. Combine that with friends that have no morals, an arc welder, a penchant for "rescuing" old bikes from the dumpster and the immaturity to think that mutilated bikes are fun, and you've got disaster. Broken teeth, concussions... it's a wonder i've sorted myself out as well as i have.