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i spent easter solo dolo and the rain had stopped and the sun rose again so i had to get out since yesterday i only stepped out to get some spanish food at the elisa's on the corner and keyfoods.
i woke up and at 11 to do the laundry, lagged and got it done around 230 and decided to take the bike for a spin. i had just recieved my tax refund so i was thinking of all the endless ways to spend on a bike ride so i suited up and headed for greenpoint up lorimer.
passed by the old apt listening to dove by cymade, it was brisk outside even though the sun was out. went to ALPHABETA bought 6 cans of paint and tips because i was planning to go on a mission around this time tonight but plans took a turn.
anyways after that i stopped thru beacons closet andbought a hoodie.

stopped by home and took a smoke break then headed out to return some blockbuster videos and swipe some good mex at CASTROS. THought it would be a good idea for some soul food rode to the 5spot but it was closed so I immediately headed back to castros. I was jammin down the side rode in front of associated and was going to bust a bitch all big n bold without really looking and just trying to feel if there was traffic. yeah, instant bad idea, as i bilndly made the uturn infron of white castle A goldish honda acura with a stocky dirty bearded puerto rican dude behind the wheel come jammin down myrtle equally hard and comin str8 for me. luckily i saw the car slam on his breaks and i jumped up while my bike when under the car and i went on top of his hood and fell foward and hopped up fine and shaken up. it really was kinda of those life flashing before your eyes kind of the moment but I could not think str8 at all after that. all i could think about was getting my mangled bike out of the middle of the road. The dude had a car full of teenagers which he yelled over to me "ho shit are u arlright?" i said yeah but said my bike wasnt and he sped off. I couldnt really say anything. all these people kept coming up to me asking me if i was alright. i couldnt really say anything. some lady gave me the lisc plate number but i didnt go to the cops until two days later and they basically said - "yea? so... what do u want us to do about it" they sent out the fat cop with the thick accent after i kept complaining and demanding some sort of assistance for the damages. BUT yeah, after i realized i was still alive and not in the back of a ambulance mangled myself I proceeded to binge out of mex food since that was my original intentions anyways. So i added on two taco to my usual steak plate order.

I took a car home and had a spur of the moment purchase to make at the bodega so i asked the driver to let me out a block early and when i opened the door an older dread slammed in my opening door! he was so pissed off at me he was trying to crush the door on my leg so iwas freaked out and refused to get out of the car until he left. he finally rode off cursing me out.