Bikes in Midtown.
I stopped by “The Darkside” today.
There are two different kinds of things that I buy here. One, trash art supplies. They are all made in China, carried only by the best cheap ass stores. It is the type of ‘art’ stuff I grew up with. Glitter paint, precut wood things, fuzzy color pipe cleaners. Sometimes I need a fix. It’s like comfort food.
Two, over the counter pain killers. The cheapest in town, and I eat a lot of them.
The bike racks here are always full. Summer and winter.
Locking up my LeRoy I noticed this. Wow.
I’m snapping this one, (I like the shadows) and hear someone behind me.
It’s the bungee cord bike’s rider.
He’s just a kid. Could still be in high school. “Dude, I was noticing your lock” I also noticed his cool skully t-shirt. “Yeah, it’s cheap, but risky”
My God, he seemed sincere. He thinks about risk in loosing this?
Way to break my heart.
I fist bumped him on the shoulder, “Ride Safe.” “Thanks”