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That was the most painful bike ride of my life.

Apparently my legs have transmuted from pure steel to lime flavoured gelatin.

I biked up to the heights to go to the food bank. First of all, the heights are fucked. Every third building is closed down and boarded up. The city is rotting up there. They should just leave it and try to work on Bayridge or Verona or something. Whatever.

The bike ride there was painful. Its muggy and I wore jeans, and I was sweating my face off. Then I got there an hour early, sat around, they took me in for an interview, where I was treated like a child, or worse, a townie. Then I was dragged through the store room and given two big boxes. For my bike. -headdesk-

I loaded all the canned goods into my backpack and evering else into two recyclably bags for my handlebars, plus the plastic bag with my bread and meats. The bike ride home was nothing short of hell. I've biked with people sitting on my bike, and that shit was easier than this. It was terrible.

I think I died of brain fail half way home.

Also, I found a really out of the way porn video store. I should bring over a resume.