crazy samurai fuck

Last Saturday:

My friend Dave came into the city with his bike so that we could ride to Grant Park to see the Blues Fest.

Two items of note:

Dave went to get us beers while I stood with the bikes. A girl came up to me out of the crowd and gave me a handful of free passes to Scores gentleman's Club. I looked at her. She was a stripper. But not the surgically enhanced kind of stripper - rather the skank kind that looks like she was raised in an apartment building. She smiled at me and walked on. Dave came back with the beers. I showed him the passes and then handed them to a wealthy looking middle aged white couple and said "I don't need these." The old gent looked at the passes laughed and showed his wife who gave me the thumbs up. Cool! Cool rich white people! We need more of them.

On the ride back north we rode past some crazy D&D motherfucker wearing a full-on samurai costume, complete with wooden sword. He looked like motherfuckin Tom Last Samurai Cruise, bitch. He was out for a jog in full uniform on the lake front. I've seen this crazy samurai fuck before, and he always says something aggressive to me like "get your bike off of the running path!" or "move over!" This happens once every eight to ten weeks.

We rode past him and he said some shit and may have spit at me. Further up the path we pulled over for an ice cream sandwich, crazy samurai fuck run past and yelled "get your bike out of the running lane asshole!" I'd had enough. We got back on our bikes and I advanced the frame on my disposable camera, rode slowly past the crazy samurai fuck and carefully snapped a picture. Crazy samurai fuck freaked out and began to run full stride, pulling his wooden sword for attack and shouted "you fucking nazi! fuck you! fucking nazi!" Dave shot past to catch up to me and said that a black guy rode past crazy samurai fuck who shouted "what are you looking at criminal?"

I think I won this round, getting a photo of this crazy fuck in his lame ass samurai costume running around in public. Dummy.

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I hung with my friend Rick and his girl Heather last night. We rode down to the Miracle Mile and fucked off. It was good times. Then rode north to play some foosball. Those took off around 1:45. They're moving to Michigan in a couple of weeks and it bums me out. Rick has become me best mate these past couple of years. Shit changes in directions I don't want them to go in.

Fucked.