Short story, happend today
work was done, sat on my bike smoking a ciggerette whislt bike warms up.
a homless guy swigging his cheep wine starts to talk to me.... conversation as follows
(Homeless Man) oi, oi, hi.... spare smoke?
(me) sure (i am a nce guy)
(Homeless Man) superkings.... i dont like them (takes one anyway)
(me) have a good evening
(Homeless Man) u too..... um.... nice moped
(me) thanks.... but i prefer to call it a motorbike
(Homeless Man) thats a moped, does it go fast?
(me) fast enough for me thanks, have a good evening (hoping to put closure to our random relationship)
(Homeless Man) i miss my bike...... it was a beauty.... would turn heads... everyone wanted one
(me) what bike was it?
(Homeless Man) ninja.....
(me) what one?
(Homeless Man) ummmm..... the fast one
(me) WOW, id miss that too.... (looking for self amusment i ask) what did it sound like?
(Homeless Man) like.... like... (pushed his lips togther and procedded to do a motorboat type sound)
(me) sound nice (trying to hide a laugh)
(Homeless Man) was a beauty.... if it was here we could race....
(me) LETYS RACE!!!!! u pretend u have ur bike and we wiull race, ready?
(Homeless Man) wait... wait ... WAIT
(me) whats tyhe matter???
(Homeless Man) ive lost my helmet
(me) here take this one (offers invisable helemt)
(Homeless Man) thanks.. (spend a min or too putting helmet on whilst wobbling all over the place) u ready bfor a beating moped man?
(me) ok.... ready... steady.... GO
the homeless man waddles up the pavment in a drunk swaing type run, his shoe falls off, but he keeps going.
this is when i left leaving the man waving goodbuy from the pavment.
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