Wednesday, February 4, 2009

favorite fitted flies forever

talk about a bummer day. i lost my favorite hat. it was just last night when i admired you, perched high on the wall, beaming above dynamic light. i said the words aloud, "that's my favorite hat," not knowing that it would be the last time i would ever say it. you fit so well, and were so steezy, it was my pleasure to rock it. TRUE hat, we've had an amazing year-- parties and kickits, hot and cold, ridin dirty, we did it so right. this afternoon at 3:16pm at High and Bay, i paid the price to pedal. as i pushed through the intersection, overtaking a biking girl and a metro bus, TRUE hat flew from my head and disappeared into the next dimension. i rounded back to rescue, but found no trace. legend has it that TRUE hat was absorbed by the blackhole of awesomeness to a faraway place for hella cool shit. bummer.

TRUE hat, i mees you.

1 comment:

S. said...

Bummer indeed, but at least it was lost in action and not stolen or otherwise lamely lost. Out with a bang!