My bike was stolen over the Thanksgiving holiday.
It makes me wonder that whenever I start to like people, whenever I start to believe that all man kind is in fact not made up of cheap bastards something like this happens and reminds me why I really should hate people first and ask questions later.
Well, wherever the bike is, and whoever stole it I hope it brings you joy, and if I ever find you I will kill you. It will not be quick, it will not be pretty and I will enjoy every minute.
And the hits just keep on comin'.....
4 weeks ago