What goes around comes around / smack a baby.

This time last year I was selfishly 'acquiring' a bike that some bro left in our garage and lying everytime he came over. I went as far as to cover it with stickers, and change the bar setup on it to go "nope, it's mine".

Then, towards the end of Winter, I found a bike in a parking lot. Like, a real nice bike, and I grabbed it, it had been neglected and stomped by a car. I fixed it and had been riding it until a couple of days ago..when I found the back wheel KICKED IN alongside my roommates bike (with the same treatment).

I gave the first bike away to someone who needed/wanted a new bike, because I had two old frames I thought could be pieced together (one had a bent fork). Turns out the one with the bent fork actually bubbled at a joint when I got hit by the car, so that's out too. 

The big problem is that a new wheel for my bike is about $150...minimum, because it's special order (and that's even if I order it myself). So I suppose I'm shit out and it's time to finally, legally, acquire a bike. What goes around....

This time last year I was diving headfirst into a (what turned out to be a kiddie-pool sized) relationship, as in, smacking my forehead on the ground and running away, ignoring. 

Now I'm on the receiving end of the avoidance, and it's no good, but we'll all be fine. This time last year I hated my job(s), and now I couldn't be happier in that regard. Trade for trade, smack a fucking baby.