Sitting outside Pho Tau Bay, crying
Actually, to be accurate, sitting here waiting for the cops and crying. Went for a long bike ride and then stopped in to my favorite Vietnamese restaurant for dinner with my book. Came back to realize that my locked up beloved bike was stolen.
Fucking gone. So here I sit in a crappy neighborhood a mile from home in the dark, waiting for the cops who ordered me not to leave.
And most of all, I am just so sad. I need this bike as stupid as that sounds. I need this bike in my life right now. I just got new tires on it yesterday and finally a rack and saddle bag last week. It is my escape on these hard long nights of which summer has been composed. And now it’s just gone and I’m sitting on a dark curb alone.
Fuck.
3 months ago