SCARE AND RAZOR 10-30-00
JEN left the pad at 8: 14 this morning. Had one of those freak out moments where I thought I found a lump on her breast, scared the crap out of me.
The next day I was working at the dot com, and coming home as usual, subway to Port Authority, and Razor scooter the few blocks home from there.
I always put one foot down and push/jump my Razor scooter over curbs and cracks in the road, but this time I wanted to see if I could jump without putting any feet on the ground My brother BRETT does it with ease so I decided today I should teach myself. There is a bolt latch you have to tighten when you raise and lower the collapsible front bar. Well as I attempted it, this little piece of shit snapped off, thowing me to the pavement.
I slammed hard into the sidewalk, my black leather gloves jetted beneath me to catch my weight. It had just started to get dark, and there were few if any witnesses. I looked around in a panic and tried to gain composure.
It had come apart at the neck, one half lay behind me, the handle bar half was up against a parking lot fence. My hands hurt, but I didn t feel any dampness below the glove which was a good sign. I looked down to see my left jean leg ripped open at the knee. And beneath the jean was a grime filled scrape. I dusted off myself, picked up my new tiny pocket dictionary Jen got me to replace my old clunker, I have yet to start reading it,and put it back in my leather satchel. I reconnected the two parts of the scooter Heading home on my retarded collapsable scooter, wanting to make a quick stop at blockbuster for a few movies.
I decided to skip blockbuster because of a full bladder and a knee wound that needed immediate medical attention.
Just another day in the life of an Art Juggernaut.
-Cojo