lights

I asked Will Workforf Ood to escort me to the Nest on Alberta.
They had some Med. size Clown House shirts and we were out.
I needed him to go with me because my bike light was missing.
I wanted him to ride in front of me with his lights on.
It's a sizable ticket that I can't afford so I'm looking out.
Workforf was happy to go and I was happy to take a ride with
such a silly fool.
I rode for a bit before noticing his light was pointed
at his chest instead of the road.
He was essentualy a Will Workforf Ood comercial, tooling
down Alberta street at dusk and smiling like a baboon.
Thats what it's like knowing folks like this.
I'm just glad we don't do any pistol acts this year.