The wind and rain are such cruel friends. And the bus, with all the over heat and soggy seats and stench of fast food and farts is worse than wet feet and rain dripping down your sleeves. Was it 1996 when it rained in a 40 day/ 40 night biblical style? Something like most of Januray – all of little February and a whole lot of March. Rain. Pouring rain, sunshowers, thunderstorms, drizzle, fog…I was a bike messenger and would come home from work and walk into the shower with my wet clothes on and turn it on as  hot as i could take it to get warm enough to get my clothes off. I know we need rain…but how about not that much.


~ by asmallfryup on January 24, 2010.

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