Jeff the Nekkid Bike Dude

Sorry for the lack of updates. If you wanna pretend we've all been in a K-hole for a month you're welcome to.
 
It's honestly been kinda quiet though. I expected some activity around Halloween but here it's mostly just the same as it ever was: crackheads, kids who discovered the joys of firecrackers in November, and unwanted public displays of saggy nudity from Jeff the Nekkid Bike Dude. He's not hurtin' anyone, he's just... well, he's Jeff the Nekkid Bike Dude.
 
One time when I was visiting from college, he lost control of his 10-speed and crashed into a cactus that my mom had planted in the front yard inside a repurposed tire and he came uncomfortably close to a sack full of needles. An uncomfortable amount of years and degrees of dermal sagginess later, he's still Jeffin' about, devoid of clothing and of give-a-fuck, in search of adventure and good times.
 
I don't have much to report, really.
 
I did see the rainbow lights in the sky yesterday. Like a cloud hovering over Clifton Hills Baptist on Rossville Boulevard, and as I stared, I could swear I saw tendrils of it slowly reaching down, but at the same time, I couldn't really be sure. It was like a looping gif where it's impossible to tell where the stitch is.
 
Every time I try to get a photo of it, it's just, gone. Like the light refuses to be captured.
 
Maybe I should try an analog camera. Can you even get disposables anymore? I'll check CVS after the Shitty Kitty throws a paycheck at me.
 
Anyway, sorry again for the lack of updates. It's been quiet here. Who'd have thought I'd long for the days of Skittles excitedly calling me with a tale of 'werewolf shit?' This dry spell sucks, man. It's dryin' out my damn stash, y'all.
 
Happy Thanksgiving! Be safe, and John Ross wants you to eat a goose or seven if you can get away with it.

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