My friends are getting old
 

So I have this buddy, we have been riding Harleys together for probably 20+ years, then we lost contact, and only saw each other when we went to funerals.

He called me a couple months ago, and I went over to his condo on the beach, which was nice, but he no longer had a bike . . . that's cool, I can accept that.

So, he calls last night, tells me I should come over and see his new Harley, and watch the Hopkins fight. I tell him I have the sex.com party to go to, so will have to pass . . . . but tell me about the bike.

Now get this . . . . he says, "It is a Yamaha."

Me, "I thought you said it was a Harley."

Him, "well it is big like a Harley, it is a V-twin like a Harley, it sounds like a Harley."

But it is a fucking Yamaha! Do me a favor please. If I even buy a rice grinder, and claim it is "like a Harlley" please shoot me. I don't want to live in a home, and if I get to that point, it is not safe for me to be wandering the streets.

I don't want to get that old.

Too late.

I'll be by with a gun on Monday or Tuesday.

I am not so old I think a Yamaha is the same as a Harley, so save your bullets

Cubic Zircons like no one knows... but, it's ok papi I wont tell.

- Angie Martinez -