Here we are again with almost nothing to write. This is my nephew Paul who knows that pictures in my hands are dangerous.Ran into the rudderless ship that is the Hiawatha Cyclery Saturday morning ride which was nice.
My lawnmower is in pieces in my neighbor's garage (he fixes them) thanks to fucking Rosenberg. Hurl, please insert a scathing remark about the prick.
I missed the bike racing at the Capitol to visit my buddy at the County's Detox Palace. The highlight of that was some guy yelling 'I'm not here' when a phone rang. He was glad to see me. I can't recommend the coffee.
Well, my attention span is wavering. See you in church.
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