Separate the Weak from the Obsolete

Another one gone, Fulton Bikes, my bike store, for the last 4 years. Businesses die right and left these days. Thank goodness another one is always right there to take the business.    I was taking Dave in for an overhaul while I was recouping myself, hoping to one day soon be able to hop back on his sweet ass.  

Walking hurts, everything hurts, afterwards.  I'm healing from this work injury but it's a slow climb back up. Never will I ever, put my body in danger for some dumb arse task.  It became apparent that a giant burger and onion rings were in order for the day's meal.  I supplemented those with a homemade salad.

My feelings can best be expressed by these lyrics from Notorious B.I.G.'s, song, Juicy from the Ready to Die album:

Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner