Sometimes I wonder why I even leave the house…

It’s one of those lovely autumn evenings where you can’t think of anything you’d rather be doing besides taking your freshly pumped bicycle wheels out for a spin. No destination in mind, just a desire to ride somewhere, anywhere underneath the setting sun.  You put in your headphones and select the perfect soundtrack for this moment, something instrumental, ethereal. You start peddling and let go. Possessed by the spirit of the wind. Momentarily overcome by the welcome feeling that everything is indeed wonderful.

Only to be greeted by some charming locals who go out of their way to inform that your bike is ‘gay’ and that you are not very far away from the bike in question with your ‘gayness’. They then proceed to high five each other and something that can only be described as an off putting cackling sound escapes their cavity ridden mouth’s which then humorously dissolves into some kind of elongated bloodcurdling smokers cough.

Gasping, spitting and punching sunken chests as though their black lungs are about to exhale their final breath. You watch on and can barely contain your laughter as they eagerly stand there awaiting a response. A sarcastically delivered “Thankyou?”while hardly original will suffice this time. The disappointment builds in their eyes as you casually whiz by.  All hope lost, for some kind of confrontation, more of the same conflict that runs rampant in their sordid lives.

All at once I feel somewhat charitable. The urge to add something that nourishes them takes hold of me. A fleeting desire to add something which they obviously value to the end of their day. I’m more than happy to oblige, I turn my head and blow a middle-fingered kiss back their way.

I live to give…what can I say?

lucas