this is a picture of my main squeeze, dj mikey y. his philosophy on hair cuts deals in extremes - let it get so long you can't stand it, then buzz it all off. never a trim. it's all or nothing. so sometimes, when he comes to visit for a weekend, he shows up looking like he just finished basic training.
my old roommate beth left me her bike when she moved to texas which is a friggin blessing. mike yaz rode it into the city with me and we got ice cream and saw a comedy show. on the way home though, it was raining, and i'm not cool with leaving bikes somewhere foreign overnight so i told him we would have to muddle through. mike yaz was down but under one condition - he wanted to ride with his shirt off. something about not getting it wet? whatever.
so we trekked home in the rain, mike yaz with his shaved head & no shirt, looking like something out of a training montage. i kept yelling things at him like "you can be a champion but only if you feel like a champion." or "do it for sarah. do it for me. do it for yourself." and "come on! push!" things that a solid coach with a hurt past but still some glimmer of hope might say to their new protege.
do you have a strange but wonderful boyfriend? do you shave your head and ride around shirtless? have you ever been in a montage?
