NO ART JUST SORROWS...
OK so...something was telling me not to ride my bike up to Culver City tonight with a backpack full of records to Aho, Sieben, Millard & Kadel's art show at Lab 101.
strike 1 - backpack full of heavy records don't feel nice on the freeway
strike 2 - couldn't play those records because of no music permit
strike 3 - this is the good one....

riding home...feeling good the whole way home, making good time. until...
the lakewood exit offramp, my exit off the 405 where i was a little wide and hit some gravel that sent me off the fucking road down into the bushes and trees and dirt and rocks and shit. backpack flew off as i flew off the back of the bike before the trees and the bottom of the little ravine. so much crazy shit going on in your head as you're about to eat some dirt i tell ya.
but...
miraculously i wasn't hurt too bad...maybe a bruised rib? a nice shin bash, neck? hmmmm yeah that too. waiting for sarah to come and get my check out at the emergency room...woo hoo.
thanks god for letting me slide this time, i owe you one...ok several IOU's