I am back. I had a thought but I was walking on a sidewalk on a busy street today and guy drives by me on his bicycle. He is riding a bicycle on the sidewalk, is what I am saying. I was just wondering why it is that I have to use all my might to fight the urge to put out my arm and clothesline the fucking biker as he tries to drive by me. I have been fighting that urge for as long as I can remember.
That is all. A little bit of insight into the deeper, or darker, recesses of my mind. Enjoy! Ciao!
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