en route to work today, i saw something very interesting.
a girl, in her mid twenties perhaps, riding to work on a new shiny retro red bicycle. her golden hair was pleated in a perfect braid down her back and you could tell she was singing along happily to a song in her mind. she was wearing a black skirt with cowboy boots, and riding with her hands stretched out, as if she was superman. she rode like this for a while, over the sidewalk, into the street, onto the sidewalk, exuding a calm peacefulness and freeness that contrasted starkly with the frenzied traffic i was battling. i've never been able to ride without my hands on the handlebars, and i admired her for that, and especially for her innocence.
then on the next block, she rode off the sidewalk and hit a tree. the smile on her face disappeared.
and i laughed. it felt so good to be evil.Posted by redchilipepper at June 9, 2006 09:53 AM