to the person who stole my bike

Eugene OR

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Why does it have to be a really, really nice day for me? Like... why did it all have to be nice? Like... why was it the rose garden and not like... somewhere on Highway 99? I rode my bike to the rose garden to meet a friend. I had a cable+u-lock, locked it to a bike rack. Like one of those heavy duty U-racks. Went and had wine and tea and sushi and stuff. Had a really good day. Then I came back... someone had completely destroyed the bike rack. Like... gone. Bike gone. So yeah. Between that and my Mom's death and the lease I had to abandon and my car of three years completely dying on me in January and my Grandma almost dying of COVID the other day... life is just so fucking... great.