| Missing .. Jennifer |
I would Run, but than I remember that I have sore feet from 03, and a messed up stomach from 05. So here I'll take my bike. I get all my gear together, grab my keys and head into the garage. Open the Door. Ok. Where are you hiding. Misplacing my motorbike is pretty ricies, hey Mom have you seen my motorbike?
How many times am I going to forget that I went to the movies two nights ago and came out and my motorbike was missing. Good movie, shame about the lack of a ride home. Stolen? - That's the side that I'm on. A movie stub, Police Report, and Key without a mate in my hand, and I'm at home trying to figure out what just happened. Ok. Lets go through the steps again. I park my motorbike at 5pm and go into the movies. I get out at 7pm, walk through the parking lot several times, Ok Jen this isn't funny. Then I realize that she's gone; A frantic search for witnesses. Funny looks, a telephone call with the police, getting ricied at opm and it's official.
For some reason that still doesn't make sense, and there is a tear running down my cheek, that has nothing to do with my motorbike. This life has suddenly taken a different turn towards the future. One that doesn't involve motorbikes.
Events that don't die overnight but you keep them with you throughout the years. Those are the ones that mean something. Is there a limit to how many of those someone should be allowed to have? The memories. Like our bags are heavy already. Everything has a limit these days; except for that game holde-em game people play.
I've seen some funny things lately regarding the hurricanes.
These ads seem a bit rediculous to me, when we couldn't even get our act together to help the people. Maybe the people already have all the help they need:
New Orleans Video |
