The not americas next top model in what could be the some of the dumbest ugliest shoes ever seen before taking the free (the only decent part of the trip) ferry to that other outer borough that sits on a landfill just to cross it off the been there-rode that list and it sucked. Not a thing open on bay street, way too many hills (and not the little rolling kind) and glass all over the "bike lane". nothing like white knuckle riding a front flat all the way back to the ferry, where a guy tried to change the tire not once, but twice...once again confirmation why there really isn't a good reason to go there.
The random daily thoughts that fall out of a doodle-hed. Just a peek inside the crevices of a creative mind on the verge of something big or small.
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