Most of my friends are in Vegas knocking back a few ice cold glasses of Interbyke. Me? I’m sitting in my kitchen and reading law books. I hear folks (i.e., Surly) are asking if I’m still alive…
As a side note, place is a fucking proper mess of late (it did not look like this a few hours ago). Remind me to tighten it up a bit before the missus comes home from work. She deserves far better than this. I’d blame the children, but they are not here. It is just the three of us, I’m afraid; me, myself and I.
…“I hear folks……are asking if I’m still alive”…
…what’s your answer ???…
…i see “sports law”…i can only imagine that to be a field which has begun to & will grow exponentially over the coming years…
…good luck, gianni…
Snot rag noted, I’d be crying too
at the tail end of a thesis on this end as well, so i feel your pain. Just look forward to that sweet ass labour market you are gearing up for. /sarc
only things missing in the photo are cheeto’s & porn
I’m home too, Jonny. No interbike for me this year. I just kick back and remember the good times, bowling at the Orleans with the Dirt Rag crew…I believe Bryce bowled across the lanes that night and got us all kicked out…
doc, my dick is turning orange.
O Large One, all power to your bottle-cap-popping fist, I share your exile, if not your desire for higher education.
I’m parked here in the DogHaus, alternating bouts of comma-chasing with tots of tequila (Herradura Añejo), and squeaking out for the occasional ’cross-bike ride to flush out the headgear.
It rained here today, which is great — God is finally pissing out the fires His dumber monkeys started. It should also tamp down the sand on the local trails, which have devolved into the sort of long, brown, powdery lines familiar to the snorters of Mexican brown.
Speaking of Mexican brown, I hear Sheriff Joe is in the mierda. Imagine my surprise — a spotlight-hogging copper who’s so crooked he has to screw his jackboots on in the morning. Who’da thunk it?
Maybe you can help put his dumb ass in el calaboso, con pantalones rosa.
Man, I think I was bowling at the Orleans that night when homeboy was tossing the balls as high as he could… didn’t some hit the back wall above the pins?
Partying at interbike? Reading law books?? How about nailing in flooring??? One of us is making more money. (now)
KG, the guy sending the balls really high was in our…um…group. We caused a ruckus. Got the Interbike party shut down. I’m not proud, but it was funny as hell.
Read the sheriff Joe news, I never was a fan of the man… what a fuck:
http://phoenix.bizjournals.com/phoenix/stories/2010/09/20/daily44.html
awww, bj. if it makes you feel better, everyone says hi. *everyone* knows you. we had DC stickers at the cx race tonight and a guy in a chewbacha suit asked if i knew you. he gave the stickers as hand ups to the elite men after he ran out of cash.
I watched “The Paper Chase” last night. I don’t envy you.
Hey Big Jonny,
I feel your pain in hiding in law books. Similarly, I’m taking a sports law class. Next class Dick Pound is coming in to talk about doping. Should be fun.
Big fan of your site.
Peace,
BW