ow

Standing on the corner of Colorado and Harvey with my bike, waiting for the 7:34 am bus out to the valley. It was a cold ride, but I had on my sherpa hat and hi-tech hobo gloves. It should have been an enjoyable ride, but I had trouble relaxing on account of my aching balls. I have trouble believing that the inventor of a bicycle was a man. It's like having a Keebler elf use my gonads as a punching bag. I don't remember being so aware of my balls, when I rode as a child. It must have something to do with my age. Nowadays, when I ride down the street, I am just thinking "ow ow ow." Probably just need a jockstrap.