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You left your shoes on.

It's been a day. It wasn't really a good day or a bad day. It was just a day. A long day. I saw the doctor this morning. She told me I had a sprained ankle and that I couldn't participate in any physical activity for one or two weeks. No biking, no climbing, no Judo. I have a Judo final next Thursday. We'll see what happens, I guess. I felt tired and disconnected all day. In a haze. But I was anxious. Stomach churning anxious.

John and I went bike shopping today after class. It was a lot of fun. I rode a lot of different mountain bikes and road bikes and BMX bikes. We spent a few hours doing that, and it was time well spent. Except it was really hot outside and we were wearing khakis, of course. It was a sweaty time.

And while we were doing this, my bike got stolen. My heart is broken.

I called the campus biking organization immediately and filed a stolen bike report with the UTPD. They sent an officer over to talk to me. We met up and walked over to the bike rack. We looked around the area for my bike lock. "They might've thrown it around here somewhere." He said. "Let's look in the trash cans." We opened up the lids and started looking around. I looked inside the recycling bins. "Aww fuck, dude. Come look at this." He beckoned me over and pointed into the bin. "Try not to laugh." I looked inside. "Oh shit!" I said. Inside the bin was a giant dildo. I laughed. "I said try not to laugh, dude." He said.

We talked for a while longer and traded information. He looked at my driver's license. "Dude," he said. "You look stoned in this picture. Were you high?" "No," I said. "Come on, now." He said. "Were you smoking marijuana when they took this picture?" "No," I said. "Don't lie to me. You look stoned out of your mind in this picture." He said. "Dude," I said. "It was, like, 8 AM." "What were you doing smoking marijuana at 8 AM?" He asked. "I wasn't." I said. "Don't lie to me," he said. "You are stoned in this picture." I paused and we had a staredown. "My bad." I said. We laughed.

"I won't lie to you," he said. "The odds of finding your bike are very low." I have a test tomorrow that I need to study for.

Life is terrible.

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Cam said…
This is one of the most interesting posts here G.
May 1, 2009 at 12:20 AM
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