I'm a man, baby!

When I first started riding my bike to work, I was told to never ride through a neighborhood about a mile from my house. Well, I found there’s a shortcut through that neighborhood and use it occasionally. Last week I was on the shortcut bike path when someone started yelling at me in the alley next to the bike path I was on. I looked over and there was a person (at first I thought it was a woman), junkie thin, wearing a Redskin Jersey, no pants or shorts and peroxide-bleached extension down to the middle of her back. She was yelling, “Hey manly man!” in a falsetto, and whipping her hips in the most coquettish fashion possible. I looked over, and she said, “oh you’re a sweet little man!” I said hello as I was riding, and the crack-tranny told me to have a blessed evening in a very sincere voice. I rode off, and thought hmm, I love where I love. The best thing about it though, its right within a block or so where Zombie Steve is going to live.