To celebrate the theft of my 2 wheeler, I headed out on Saturday night with my partner-in-crime Heavy D, and we started the night at the INIT art installation BBQ party (in the old Canary Restaurant building on Front St E.). After some burgers, some pretentious Germans, some beer and some fire juggling we headed out, with Paul F in tow, to join the uptown crowd at a Forest Hill backyard BBQ with oysters, open bar and plenty o’ lawyers). So why am I telling all this now?… Cuz I spent ALL DAY Sunday paying for it. Oy vey vatta hangover.
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I had my bike ripped off yesterday. Nicked from my front porch. Purloined from my very abode. Made off with by bandits in the night. Taken from it’s rightful resting place. Stolen from it’s happy home. It was, in a word, abducted, appropriated, bagged, confiscated, filched, hijacked, kidnapped, lifted, misappropriated, pinched, pirated, poached, seized, shanghaied, snatched, and swiped. Or, as they say in The Bahamas, “t’eefed!”
Here’s hoping whomever stole it gets hit by a fast moving car.
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