The other day I went biking next to Sean as he was running the lap around Prospect Park for exercise. It was pleasant to roll along effortlessly on my bike. Trees were green, kids were happy, dogs were cute.
As we neared the 9th street entrance, where all the bbq-ing usually takes place, a fiery woman on roller-blades headed right at us. She motioned with her arms and hands for me to move out of her way, and I followed her directions and swerved slightly to the left. "Pay the FUCK ATTENTION!!!!" she screamed at me as she swooshed by, legs kicking to the sides, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.
Ok... that didn't go along with the perfect scenery I was taking in. But anyhow, I wasn't that bothered by it. Not to sound arrogant or anything, but I think if it came down to it, I could probably beat up any living girl on this planet in a fist fight. Except for maybe professional athletes, but if I practiced I could. It helps to think this way.
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