My bike

My bike was stolen three or four times last year. It’s annoying. It’s almost my fault because it’s super cool and yellow, and it folds in half. In any case no one steals it any more. That’s because it breaks. A lot. The thing won’t stay fixed, and I just end up walking everywhere. I was going to write about my bike for the full class poem, but it just doesn’t mean much to me anymore. Last year it was super cool, but this year it’s just annoying. Warren feels the same about his bike. That’s the price you pay for novelty bikes.

On the mustache ride this year, I ended up running most of the thing. My bike broke right after the start. At least I didn’t break my collarbone like some random kid. We all grew mustaches and took over, there might have been 50 to 75 bikes, I’ve been told that’s performance art. I’ve also been told that was one of vary few traditions at St Law U. I guess it’s a matter of perspective. The whole deal seems silly to me. The moment that the mustache ride becomes too much of a tradition, I say we stop doing it… They just want to assimilate everything, and make it part of the school. It’s not about the school, it’s about us. If you want to talk about the ride, then do it.