peeled

Among my favorite things about living in Montral is the way you can find almost anything in the trash if you're willing to look.

As luck would have it, yesterday I found a complete bicycle in a pile in front of my building. It's cherry red with shiny black fenders, has big curved handlebars and is awesome beyond argument. It's totally the bike my father might have owned in 1972. It was a big mess, and I spent my saturday night stripping it down, cleaning it and tuning it up.

Just think: some people waste their saturday nights trying to get a date. I'm way too cool for that. I got to get all soapy in the bathtub with my new bike - turns out it's the most action I've seen in weeks. We're in love, even if the government will never recognize our union as official.

Now I just need to find some sweet jumps.

I spent the afternoon on an un-date with Max. Can a woman hit on you in the same breath as telling you she misses her boyfriend? I seriously need to meet women with less complicated love lives.

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On the stereo: Sigur Ros, which is very effectively putting me to sleep.