Somebody has brought a monkey bike to the ferals across the road. I’m watching the idiot ride it up and down the street (no helmet of course) wondering how he could be so stupid.
Then I see his father take the next turn.
Life between coffees.
Somebody has brought a monkey bike to the ferals across the road. I’m watching the idiot ride it up and down the street (no helmet of course) wondering how he could be so stupid.
Then I see his father take the next turn.