Hot Time in the City. The long ride home.

The landlord/mechanic got my $200 down to start on the Stark Raft. It was dark when i got home and i didn't stop for any beers or nuthin. I left PRA and headed down to Tropicana blvd.. The temperature was 104 in the shade and so i waited. The bike rack was full and some unseen voice pointed this out and ordered that i wait for the next bus. I held my tongue so as not to have to raise my heart ratso i rode. Fast. I past the bus within 3 blocks. My credit union is on Decatur and Desert Inn. The ATM was down!( and so was i. I pedaled down to Flamingo and Arville, caught the bus East. Some Spanish dude that worked at the Rio got on and mean mugged a black guy whilst bumping in to him. The negro was so upset that he was shaking while loudly berating the Mexican. The bro was with a hot white chick too. Hot!! When i got up to leave the little black took my seat, leaving his snowflake, to sit facing the Hispanic so as to mad dog him full time. Not only did i miss my stop, pissed of a big thug who tried to trip me. Choosing better i headed in the wrong direction towards Ellis Island Brewery for some booze and beer chasers forgetting that the ATM was down leaving me penniless. And on the way to the ATM at Audrie and that one street my bike seized up. Luckily, i had found a screwdriver to use on the Fuji Odessa. Even this failed until out of frustration i cursed the bike and it popped in to shape. I got my money and proceeded down to Trop. for the bus. A drunk was crossing the street and stopped the cab driver in lane one but not the cab driver in lane two. His lucky day. He got struck by the cabbie, despite my warning,  and flew 15 meters into the air. !! I stayed there for a half hour watching the show. By now it was getting dark and thus cooling off. The bike broke down a mere 1/4 mile from the pad. DANG! Somehow, after much fuss, she fixed herself once again. I got home, handed dude the money, and jumped into the pool. So quiet. So cool. So tire fixing.