temporary asphault

I ride an old schwinn. it's red and has 27in rims, a raw aesthetic choice, if I may say, difficult to find used, and an almost near impossibility when new.  there are also no brakes, rusted gears and an original seat cover which rounds out a Stretch 65cm frame.  this allows me to ride in the rarefied air where the naked angels play. but it all no longer matters as yesterday I lost my ball bearings. they spilled their guts all over the pavement and rolled away never to be found again. the result is that now, when I ride that mule, the back tire kicks to the right on every rotation as if it were spasmodic ... in its defense, it seems to be a condition monitored by a keen sense of rhythm.  but broke is fucking broke and I was on the levee when this disaster struck and halfway to work. of course. from then on my own timing fell apart, became scatterbrained and useless.  fuck, but I made it to work, sweating profusely and cussing like a bastard.  the first table I was asked to bus, a little black child had thrown up all over his plate. some say it was fettucini alfredo, but I neglected to make a close inspection. in this instance, this a rare moment of failed dedication, science had unfortunately taken a back seat. but I think I can hardly be blamed, the tip was lousy and far beneath my going rate for quality work. but as is the nature of my profession, that is to be expected.

but this all has brought me to a thought that, up until now, I have slovenly disregarded. no longer.  and let me just say, that through covert and intense psychological observation, I am convinced that if left ungoverned the conditions at my work would degenerate into a mindless orgy of sex and violence, become a freakish monument to the most base of human instincts. mass hysteria.  understand that at ralph & kacoos we peddle the seven deadly sins for a hefty profit, not necessarily evenly distributed, but greed must always remain at the core ... without it, everything falls to pieces and suddenly becomes dull and cheaply inappropriate. just pennies on the dollar.  it is the way of the flesh and I absolutely find myself retooling my thoughts on the current gun laws. my co-workers, I wish you could see them all and smell the blood lust that haunts the air with an abhorrent thickness. yes, the end is near. but I for one, am strangely delighted. I've been looking up from the bottom so long I would almost welcome the company. with the added hands we might just be able to finally plow this mother fucker under.

but enough with this selfish gibberish. I am coming home in less than seven days and I couldn't be more excited.

always keep a diamond in your mind,

mr. nathan murphy