Declaration of Independence of the Imagination and Man's Right to Madness

Hunched over, doing the most masculine thing I am capable of (putting my bicycle chain back on). I fix the chain and right myself vertically, I lock eyes with a woman in a Mercedes who gives me a look of utter disgust. My eye float back to my hands that are covered in black grease, I hate dirty hands. I look into the Mercedes-Chick eyes while making a grand show of spitting into my hands. I start to rub the dirt away as I realign my gaze toward the direction I am heading and there she is.

A cute chick sitting in her car smiling at the grandiose display of spitting into my hands. I look at her, she lingers for a second and and then looks away. "Always when I am doing something weird, without fail."

I mount my bike and start on my way. The grid like roads in my area are segmented every quarter mile or so by a red light, sure enough as I approach the red light so is she. We continue you this for another 5 red lights, and then, just like it started it was over. She turned off, I kept going straight. For a brief period we were engaged in the greatest relationship I have ever been in.

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Declaration of Independence of the Imagination and Man's Right to Madness

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