number 347 in and out

someone changed the locks on my back gate so to deal with the task of hauling my bike though the front door i was chaining it outside. each day as i walked out there and it was still there, i was secretly like, oh bike you are still there, and you are still so shiny and nice.

until yesterday. i walked out the back, and vanished...just like my wallet, just like my lone boot with the 1 perfect gold stud in manhattan storage...gone.

oh well, maybe it will come back. maybe i will just have to get a faster bike!