[00:14.69]Woke up about 10 AM it's 55 degrees
[00:20.69]and even though it's barely March,
[00:23.94]since all winter it's been freezing,
[00:27.51]this is cause for celebration.
[00:30.86]Cause for picnics and coffee.
[00:34.70]So I opened up my savings
[00:38.35]and grabbed a couple
[00:41.76]twenties and it felt just like a day away from home.
[01:02.48]Walked over to Nelson's where my bike was getting fixed.
[01:08.44]Total damage: $34. I said, "Keep the extra six."
[01:15.84]I'm doing well today.
[01:17.83]I came home last week with enough to live.
[01:22.00]I rode south to grab a package 'cause our postman never rings the bell,
[01:29.25]he only leaves a slip
[01:31.77]and sometimes he doesn't even leave a slip. He's such a dick.
[01:38.57]Waiting in line for thirty minutes and I finally get my box.
[01:44.99]Hold the door, they don't say thanks.
[01:48.87]I fumble with the lock
[01:51.40]and my bike hasn't rode this well since the day I picked it up.
[01:57.88]A Ford Explorer jumps the light
[02:01.80]and I can't really stop
[02:04.63]and it feels like an alarm clock.
[02:10.71]I tuck and roll like in the movies
[02:14.62]and I slide across the concrete.
[02:17.09]Everybody's all, "Oh shit!" and blood is dripping down to my feet,
[02:23.61]but I get up and keep moving it's a busy city street.
[02:29.33]Keep on moving. Busy street.
[02:32.25]Ride the seven blocks to Boerum carry my bike up two floors,
[02:38.36]situate the crowded hallway limp and waddle through my door,
[02:44.11]throw the package onto my bed and start investigating sores.
[02:49.99]The cuts are bigger than expected.
[02:53.55]I guess I shouldn't have worn shorts.
[03:07.50]I thought about the winter. Under layers,
[03:11.14]I wouldn't bleed - drinking root beer, watching football.
[03:16.07]Oh, I never thought I'd be
[03:18.50]in that place everyone went to but it really just took me
[03:24.04]a couple extra years to get there
[03:26.72]though at least I did feel free for the most part of your weekend,
[03:32.26]save the rubbing alcohol sting.
[03:35.24]Oh, it felt just like vacation 'til I slaughtered my body.
[03:40.80]And it's kind of fucked in Florida, skies are grey instead of blue.
[03:46.20]I can't shrug off the awesome
[03:49.41]weather but I can surely dress my wounds.