last night, i rode my bike to the parkway speakeasy.
i was to meet some friends to see repo! the genetic opera and drink beer.
an old man followed me in his car for a mile. he kept signaling that i pull over.
finally he positioned himself at the split off between east oakland and lake merritt (but less dramatic)
he had this creepy, torture-porn stutter, and he told me i was hot. he was naked, and his 64 year old man boobs were staring at me. i said thank you.
the vegan cheese pizza at the parkway tasted like a roux that was painfully neglected.
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