Last night, Marcus went to trivia with some friends and then to CI (or simply, “the bar”) where I met up with him. A mere 5 minutes before we decide to leave, it started to rain. I had walked there and Marcus had ridden his motorcycle and when he went to start it… it was dead. The rain became torrential and we took shelter under a church portico, hoping it’d pass. Which it didn’t. So a girl and her boyfriend with a sprained ankle had to walk the 400lb bike home a half mile up one steady hill in the pouring rain and lightening at 11 at night.

Oh, adventures…

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