Friday, October 10, 2008

Pink Ribbon Scars.

I was biking in the hills up around Bright the other day, listening to my ipod on shuffle. It was a warm day and I was suffering a little bit. Coming up to the highest peak on my route I wondered if I would be able to make it. And things were looking grim. The cairn atop the summit was in view, but my muscles were burning and I was gulping in air. "Fuck you, hill!" I was saying to myself, "You think you can defeat me? You're nothing, hill!" But really, inside I wasn't so sure. And then, all of a sudden, like a clarion call from the Billy Corgan within, I heard the first few notes from the Smashing Pumpkins' Today. And together we beat that fucking hill down to the ground.

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