The Airportline: Observations

I fell asleep four times today while reading. One time I accidentally painted on my white t-shirt with a blue ink pen. It was one of those Mondays where the energy level was just not charged enough after a hard weekend. I needed to get my bike fixed but my Portuguese bike guy with giant holes in his ears, chronically black fingers and a charming and unusual sincere love for bikes was not there. I biked around and did errands, the wind was going crazy and an equally crazy van guy almost ran me over in the intersection between Kinkerstraat and Bilderdijkstraat. I flipped him the finger and yelled in a poor attempt at making a gangster rapper interpretation in my stop light red American Apparel wind breaker. The van quickly drove off, if it was because he was fearing me I will never know. Then I put on Lil Wayne and kept riding low. As low as one can ride on a rusty lady bike with bags on the sides.