I Ain't Fraid of no Bike

For the second time in three months, President Bush has fallen down and gone boom, a victim of his own evil bicycle.

As opposed to the May incident, where Bush landed on his nose, his ass, his right hand, his chin, his upper lip, his left kneecap and his right knee, this accident involved significantly fewer body parts.

 According to the AP, at one point Bush went "sailing over the handlebars and landing on his back." In some way that defies my personal knowledge of anatomy, this somehow also resulted in a cut to his knee.

The AP report has some disturbing information, such as this: "He pants hard, emitting low ``hrrr, hrrr, hrrr'' grunts with each stroke of the pedals, his shoulders bobbing up and down."

Hey, that is disturbing to me. It's the same sound that the tentacle creature in my dreams makes when it chases me through the abandoned warehouse, my path illuminated only by one dim bulb which keeps threatening to flicker out forever, much like my own existence.

"Hrrr, hrrr, hrrr," it grunts from mere inches away, it's tentacles bobbing up and down. I feel a clammy suction cup brush up against my neck, and then awake, bathed in sweat, the possibility of sleep - for me - no longer an option.

 

2004, Mark Hoback