And then that night I began the business of figuring out how to function again. I met this chick who seemed all right but turned out to be totally psycho. Or turned psycho after drinking. I have a photo of her, but I really don’t feel like posting it. I seem to attract the crazies lately. Oh well, c’est la vie.
Yep, it’s happening again; Youths on bikes out terrorize the local bar scene. Or at least get drunk and have a good time. 
There would be more of these, but I didn’t much feel like taking pictures. Wasn’t totally together. I was sad and not really functioning so well. But the ride helped, and the funeral (minus the pastors that didn’t really know adam) was good. The ride after, without the police escort, was better. We took over the street, up broadway and down 23rd, a critical mass like this city hasn’t seen in a while. It was kinda epic, which fitted with what I was feeling at the time. Maybe you had to be there. 
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