Stupid Hurts

I haven’t forgotten about Stupidhurts.org. It has just been a rough week. I have been having a lot more seizures lately, and it is really hard for me write and focus after that.

I lean my weight forward and lock my heels together. Then listen to the back tire as it skids across the pavement.

I lock up the back tire and come sliding up perfectly to the line at the traffic light.  I was unneeded as usual, but, it was fun. I think showing off is probably the entire reason I ride a fixed gear sometimes really.

Then I hear my name being called.  Which is really surprising. Considering there are really only a handful people who should know me on sight.  Those people are mostly coffee shop rats and firefighters. Then I look around, and spotted in an ambulance two slots behind me Emt’s leaning out, waving, and calling my name. You gotta have friends I guess.

But I was struck right then. Do you really want to be on a first name basis with the local emergency response crew. And know that you are on that basis because of how many times they have cleaned you up, from bleeding out of random ditches.

There have not been as many post lately. Mostly because I have had really a hard time expressing myself lately. I will start a thread or an idea, than lose my train of thought and not be into anymore. Or I will get done with something and it will not be as good, or at least not to share with the general world.

So I should have seen I had an interesting weekend coming when I had a disgruntled bus driver named Anne giving me a ride to the ferry

I did make it where I was going, went to the Sci-Fi Museum and the mall and a I happened to find myself in the path for the rally for proposition 8 . So I hung out and people watched for a bit.

You know, when the life of my story is done, I hope the librarian reads it and mis-files it in the travel humour section.

I haven’t been called “Cowboy” in a very long time. And truthfully I sorta miss it, but really only when a certain person does it. I was talking to a friend of mine last night, and she brought up the last time we hung in Alabama together.

Here is more or less how it happened
We were walking downtown headed away from the Alabama theater. She teased me so I spun her around pinned her to a wall and looked into her eyes. She looked at me and her eyes flashed mischievously, her lips curled up at each end into that beautiful smirk she has. With my hands on the wall at both sides of her head, she just titled her face playfully to the side and said.

“Cowboy I think today is the luckiest day of your life.”

Looking back I think Sarah was right.

Every now and then you get something cool in the mail, and it just brightens your entire day. Last week when I was getting onto the bus I did something stupid. I dropped a Canadian coin I was given back when I was in high school into the coin slot. I half expected to never see it again. But after writing a letter to the county transit concern, and dropping it into a coin slot.

What can I say, stamps are exspensive.

Either way I got my coin back in the mail today, along with letter saying they this is something they don’t normally do.