go jays
June 5, 2012
I love those random nights when a buddy texts you to see if you want to go for a bike ride and when you meet by the ravine near your place he pulls a couple of tall cans out of his backpack and you guys sit on a bridge in the woods, shooting the shit about life, friends, work, girls and where the best place is in town to get your oil changed, and when the mosquitos become unbearable you get back on your bikes and cruise around the rich part of town, pointing out which houses you’d wanna live in and which ones are just trying too hard.

I love those nights.

I love those random nights when a buddy texts you to see if you want to go for a bike ride and when you meet by the ravine near your place he pulls a couple of tall cans out of his backpack and you guys sit on a bridge in the woods, shooting the shit about life, friends, work, girls and where the best place is in town to get your oil changed, and when the mosquitos become unbearable you get back on your bikes and cruise around the rich part of town, pointing out which houses you’d wanna live in and which ones are just trying too hard.

I love those nights.

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