Went to the Bikeen for the first time in a while. They had the swamp running - must be the first time I've been in a swamp-cooled place in a long time. The slightly moist coolness and the smell took me right back to my grandmother's house as a child. She held out against a regular a/c until '89 or '90...Unbelievable in Phoenix, but yanno, "the greatest generation" and all that, Tom Brokaw wasn't kidding. She was no puss. Anyway it was a very welcome sensation and rather nostalgic.
I think I had a dream about this shop. Magical marshmallow creampuff confection of sickeningly sweet supplies.
First Friday is now a cordoned-off street fair for minors.
The "chapel shot" is comprised of cheap, off-brand whiskey and a dirty bullet. Can't be havin' with that.
Neither can Cindy.
Arm-wrassling. Cindy beat my ass twice, instantly, and then asked, "...Really?" I've become soft, but it ends here.