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| Reunited...and it feels so good! | ||
| "That's my fucking bike!!!" I belt out while slamming on the brakes. Allison's mom's head snaps forward, merely missing the dashboard. I ditch the car and cross the street in haste for the green varsity Schwinn leaning against Labor Ready, leaving the ass-end of the car still looming in traffic. | ||
| "Bike!...mine...it was stolen...green, and...some asshole. He's here!" The words pushed out in asthmatic jerks. The lady behind the counter instructs me to calm down and speak in a rational sentence structure. I explain that my bike is outside and ask if I can get it. Police called, justice served, karate kicks of jubilee ensue in the parking lot. | ||
| Like Pee Wee in his Big Adventure, I set out on a mission to recover my precious bike and bring to justice the evil bastard that stole it (and who knew there wasn't a basement to the Alamo?). Every time I went out and about Fargo, I scoured that streets and alleyways looking for my lost companion. I grilled colleagues and coworkers, but my search had gone fruitless. Often times I wondered if I'd ever see it again. But there, on the corner of 10th and NP Ave, up against the Labor Ready building, I was reunited with my bike. Cue the music, roll credits. | ||
| Could this mean a change in fortune for our young protagonist at hand? He kicked Sunmart to the curb and started a new job as a waiter at the luxurious Great Northern Bar and Restaurant. Will he be out of the projects and into a decent housing facility? Back to earning that degree? Tune in next time for another edition of Chanimal Planet! | ||