Come on, Come on, wind and rain

HAZAH! A long time ago in November, I locked my bike up near the subway station, two blocks away from the shop I worked at. It was sort of a shit bike. I just left my bike locked up there all day, every day, through the night. FOREVER. At the end of December, she was gone...good for her.

I got a new bike at christmas time, I was gone for weeks, my apartment flooded, I moved away, my baby is gone, the snow melted, and the sun came out just the other day. It's March.

And today, today I found her, locked up at the corner of Harbord and something, in between Linux cafe and Sam's coffee place. Just leaning up against the wall, getting a tan. The pedal is chipped, the back wheel is rusted, she's like a hundred in bike years.

I hate life, but I'm glad to see my old bike. Ta-DA I feel like dancing. So nice to see you, so nice to see you!