OMG! After choir rehearsal tonight, I was among three motorcycles! CHAMORO was emblazoned atop a black leather jacket of a motorcycle guy in front of me.
We were stopped at an intersection of the light rail train system. Two were to my left the leather jacket guy was in front of me.
The night air was freezing cold and the skies filled with lazy sylphs of twilight. I had my windows rolled down and loving the freedom of single life and fantasizing of loving guys.
I’d love to see more motorcycle riders on the road. It’s good for image and business. Well, it’s fuel efficient! I especially love shiny parts and wheels. Please add some color and tattoo-like designs, too.
By the way, my other reference of my neigbor-HOOD is King Rd, San Jose, CA. Yup.
Anyway, our choir leader was late again. He rode a white Fuji bicycle with black trimmings. At least he wrapped/taped down the right pants. Smart.
His mother said he loved bicycling since high school. I tried to insert that Das Squirrel was a competitive cyclists on-road and off-road.
I tried to reassure her that her beloved boy didn’t need a free lift back to his home via his parents’ car. I told her that he is a grown man and needs to feel the wind, and short of riding a motorcycle.
Anyway, NeNe sensed that we were to be dismissed early at 2035 because he probably has somewhere important to go, like a date with his whitish girlfriend or something else. I don’t know.
Anyway, I was gonna give the valedictorian a congratulations card and tell her well wishes but she and her mother wasn’t in attendance.
Only the mother of the choir leader and I were sitting together like two lumps of unwanted clay doughs with thick thighs. Her husband was in attendance and so was the only other male Joe and three other sopranoes.
So yeah, that’s my lifestyle. Like a butterfly, I flutter among flowers of various shakes, sizes, and colors. It’s simple and natural. Nothing is more beautiful than a free bird.
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