Teakettle

It is start­ing to get cold enough that I am antic­i­pat­ing the end of bike-ride-to-work sea­son. I was sur­prised this morn­ing to feel a pang of regret over this. The ear­ly morn­ing exer­cise, con­cen­tra­tion and sur­pris­es [like the ground­hog across from the VTR] helped me be a bet­ter work­er.

That was writ­ten yes­ter­day. There is a unique savor to self-inflict­ed irony. I went ass-over-teaket­tle last night on my way to a meet­ing about crime in Tremont. I was mugged by the side­walk but it only took my dig­ni­ty. The dam­age report is a scraped left palm, abrad­ed left cheek, bust­ed chin, bro­ken left toe and bro­ken right elbow. That’s what I get for rid­ing down the side­walk too fast, and using my front brake too much. If I get my wis­dom teeth out tomor­row I’ll look like I belong to a fight club.

I’ve always want­ed to learn how to do more shit south­paw any­way.