Sons of Bitches.
On Friday morning I went outside to get my bike, I was momentarily confused as I thought I'd forgotten where I'd parked it, but then I saw the remnants of the lock sitting on the ground and realised that some bastard had stolen it. I didn't pay anything for it, so it was no financial loss, but now I have to walk around, until I can steal a new one for myself. I was slightly confused over why anyone would want to steal my bike, it wasn't that good, made all these weird noises as I rode around, it sounded kind of like it had an engine, but I'm sure I never put one on, there was just this constant clicking going on. And then there was the ever present flat tyre, it went up down as it pleased, so I had to take a pump at all times. One day I tried to ride out into the country, of course when I got there the tyre went down, and all the way back I had to stop every kilometre to pump it up again. So now I'm obsessed with looking at every bike I see to check if it's mine, not sure what I'll do if I see someone riding it though.
I went back to Norway 2 weeks ago, had the price shock once more, crazy that you can do nothing and still use all your money. It was kind of funny though, this adult life thing has invaded, there was a BBQ out in the suburbs, where Amund and Tore grew up, anyway, a few of the old locals came, and some others I knew when I lived there, and so came all their children, it was a kind of shock for me. But it's good to know the Johnsen brothers are well into the mid 30's and no sign of kids to be seen. For me it was a kind of full circle, after having grown up going to these garden parties with my parents and all their boring friends, to suddenly be at a party where I felt like I was one of those boring adults, while all the kids ran wild. I wasn't sure what to do, but the only viable option seemed to be to attack the kids, and they attacked back, there were quite a lot of them, on my arms and legs, maybe 7, biting and scratching, trying to hit me in the nads, then a kind of war of attrition broke out as they started picking apples from the tree and throwing them at me. One of the kids was a good shot, think I got hit in the head about 5 times, but still he cried when he was slapped by an apple on the butt. They are tiring, constant wrestling can wear a man out. I thought I was ready for children, but maybe not, I can't say no to them, but then they start running wild, and I don't want to sound like a fascist, so I can't put the foot down and say it's gone too far, so they keep raising it more and more. All I could do was find a place to hide. One thing I've always been scared of is becoming one of those boring adults, I couldn't understand it when I was young, all they did was stand around talking, they never seemed to have any fun, all they could do was yell at us while we were having fun. But where is the border between having fun with the kids and getting attacked?
Today is also a special day, 2 years since I started writing this blog, time flies, 2 years of writing crap, and here I am sitting in Copenhagen. as usual it's overcast, the summer never came, I'm disappointed, not being a big fan of heat, I still feel it has a time and a place, such as summer.
I went back to Norway 2 weeks ago, had the price shock once more, crazy that you can do nothing and still use all your money. It was kind of funny though, this adult life thing has invaded, there was a BBQ out in the suburbs, where Amund and Tore grew up, anyway, a few of the old locals came, and some others I knew when I lived there, and so came all their children, it was a kind of shock for me. But it's good to know the Johnsen brothers are well into the mid 30's and no sign of kids to be seen. For me it was a kind of full circle, after having grown up going to these garden parties with my parents and all their boring friends, to suddenly be at a party where I felt like I was one of those boring adults, while all the kids ran wild. I wasn't sure what to do, but the only viable option seemed to be to attack the kids, and they attacked back, there were quite a lot of them, on my arms and legs, maybe 7, biting and scratching, trying to hit me in the nads, then a kind of war of attrition broke out as they started picking apples from the tree and throwing them at me. One of the kids was a good shot, think I got hit in the head about 5 times, but still he cried when he was slapped by an apple on the butt. They are tiring, constant wrestling can wear a man out. I thought I was ready for children, but maybe not, I can't say no to them, but then they start running wild, and I don't want to sound like a fascist, so I can't put the foot down and say it's gone too far, so they keep raising it more and more. All I could do was find a place to hide. One thing I've always been scared of is becoming one of those boring adults, I couldn't understand it when I was young, all they did was stand around talking, they never seemed to have any fun, all they could do was yell at us while we were having fun. But where is the border between having fun with the kids and getting attacked?
Today is also a special day, 2 years since I started writing this blog, time flies, 2 years of writing crap, and here I am sitting in Copenhagen. as usual it's overcast, the summer never came, I'm disappointed, not being a big fan of heat, I still feel it has a time and a place, such as summer.
posted by Brett at 02:04
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