biking home.

I am numb to sensory input.

The creaks from my bike are the only thing that confirms me of the fact that i am moving.

I am in fact moving, and the road seems to wobble as well.

In my backpack i have a wet taquito from 7 eleven.

I had to save the second one for later, because the first one was so spicy.

The warm, soft and tender texture of a taquito is almost a homo-erotic sensation.

The road ahead of me is wobbling some more. Oh wait, that could be me.

The street lights look blurry, and somehow their brightness blinds me. As i stop next to a red light, i need to squint.

This traffic light is way too bright.

I also almost got in a fight.

I shouldn’t have had so many drinks tonight.