Fuckers... they took my bicycle. I've again lost some faith of the good of humanity. It even had a flat tyre for chrissakes. It had just went flat a few days ago and I was planning on repairing it this weekend... I've had so many adventures on that bike... it had almost killed me too, of which there is a reminder still visible on my ear. Arrr... hate em... tho I live in hope of finding it. This isn't that big of a place... perhaps some drunken idiot took it for a ride... tho I'm pretty certain that it was locked.
Hmm... I did have a strange feeling one day that someone might have been interested in my bike earlier. It had this scarf on the trek. one morning I noticed that it was gone. I have no idea why someone would have wanted to take it.
What happened? Did you accidentally drive into a hole in the ground you didn't notice and it made you fly flat on your face on the asphalt, or what? Did your ear almost tear off, hanging on by a small plot of sinew, was that it? Did this happen to you? Did all sorts of fluids come gushing out of your ear while some under-educated doctor tried to sew it back on with a needle and a thread after you were rushed to the hospital by your father, or exactly what was your case? Why do I feel like I've heard this story somewhere.
Anyway, I'm just making all this up. So, now.. tell me.. what REALLY happened.
The owls are not what they seem.