Someone Stole My Bike And Quite Frankly This Won’t Stand
A tale of scandal, treachery, and vengeance.
So my bike was stolen. I raged for days. I prostrated myself in the plaza and lamented wildly and rained down curses upon my offender till he was surely cringing in his bed.
My rage served as magnet to draw my bike into my general radius, for, immediately after filing…