This silver bullet and I are good friends.
Together, we patrol the ghetto the 'hood...
...wave to fellow Rosemontians...
and stop at parks along the way.
Isn't "Manlove" a funny name?
When I was thirteen, my parents bought me a shiny, new red bike, with multiple gears-fancy! It was a wonderful gift. It meant freedom. I used to ride in our old neighborhood, gaze at houses and dream of adulthood. I would pick my favorite house on each block and imagine myself and my future family in those walls. Unbeknownst to my mother, I would occasionally hide quarters in my sock and stop at the Dairy Queen for a vanilla blizzard with Nerds - BEFORE dinner. Naughty!
My bike is still my refuge. When I am bored, cranky or need to clear my fuzzy head, I hop on this silver bullet and with each pump of my legs, I feel my worries blow away with the wind...
Well, most of them anyway.
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