My Worst Enemies

“And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.”


There are very few things that I can honestly say that I despise in this world. I’m not one for hate, too much in love with living and life, with the stories that people are telling me. However in the few months that I have been here I have grown to hate the two wheeled machines of hell called motorcycles. They are the devil in disguise, the terrors of the road…the bane of my existence. I HATE THEM.

I know that it seems silly to have such a despise of an inanimate object but I swear that they have a brain and like to move into the path that I am walking in and by the time my cane finds them its too late. Over them I go, which wouldn’t be too bad in and of itself…but than the heavy buggers fall on top of me and squish me. I probably weigh a little over 100 pounds so a heavy motorcycle on top of me is rather difficult to get out of.

The first time it happened, I squirmed and wriggled until I got out from underneath that heavy…thing… I can’t even think of words strong enough to insult it. Anyway I got out and I’m not ashamed to say I kicked it a few times before limping my way home. The next day as I’m walking to the pharmacy to go and get more first aid supplies, because the previous nights debacle ate away my supplies, I trip over another one! Thankfully a sweet Southern Gentleman named Frank caught me before I could go tumbling back to the ground. I was safe for a few weeks…until I decided to go to the docks to get some fresh air. I took the shortcut that I learned a while back and found myself in trouble, tripping over not one, but TWO, two of those blasted things, both of them falling on me. The only reason I didn’t kick them when I got out was because I guess the owner of one came out and teased me and I really should have kicked him but Mala spotted Bastion and I had to chase after him…. almost falling into the Bay when I got startled by the sound of another motorcycle.

So up until than all of my enemies were stationary, and It was just my luck to run into them. The final time, so far, I actually nearly got ran over by the it. I stepped out into the road to go and get some food for Mala and myself and nearly get hit by a woman on a bike who manages to swerve and stop, coming over to berate me. It was late and it’s quiet!! How could I know that there’d be people riding those demons.

Long and short of this post is. I hate motorcycles.  


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