SWF It Good

So today about an hour ago someone stole my bike.

My wife and I were riding from our apt. to the library and Kroger in the Oak Lawn area of Dallas. We get to the library and I remembered, “Hey you don’t have a chain,” cause I wife accidentally broke it. So my first thought is, ” Take it in the hall way of the library and it will be safer,” then “No just go in, come out.” So I go in and come out and my wife’s bike is there but mine is GONE! So I accept that I didn’t follow my conscience and say well lets go shopping at Kroger, there’s only one problem, I don’t want to have my wife’s bike stolen now at kroger. So she says to watch it while she shops, then says hey look for your bike.

So now I’m going Dragnet, on the prowl for my bike. “There it is,” follow a guy 1/4 mile and descreatly blow past him while noticing it’s not mine. “There’s someone,” Follow them and nothing. A lady waking a bike throught brush, turns out to be a toddler’s bike. “Josh you are over zealous and you will not find your bike, no one is stupid enough to be riding around with your bike.” “But what if.”

So I continued my search. I started going throught the crappy complexs by the Kroger and found one that had all these kids. “You selling bike. You selling bike,” that perked my ears. There is a “underground selling of hot bikes going on in this area.” This is customary. I asked them about it and looked around, nothing. So my wife called and said why don’t I go home and get the car so I agreed because I wasn’t going to find my bike.

As I was riding down Wycliff and turned I though this neighborhood is crappy too, what if they came over here. The I thought, “Well I’m hungry why don’t I stop at Jack in the Box.” Then I began to think you already got your bike stolen, why not your wife’s stupid. So I continued down the road and low and behold a man with a black and red bike like mine.

So I roled up to him and said, “where did you get that bike?

“I bought it”

That’s my bike”

“How do you know?”

“Cause man it’s go this and this”

“Ok take it”

(pause I grab the bike)

“I paid $200 for this bike”

“I don’t care this is my bike”

(called 911)

“How do I get my money back”

“I don’t care”

(he’s walking away)

(hang up w/ 911, declined cop)

(comes back)

“I show you, I show you, come with me. I show you where I got it”

“I don’t care”

(call wife then have to go, she gets scared)
“How much money you got. You own me”

“I don’t owe you anything, this is my bike”

“Well who’s bike is that?” (as he trys to get the my bike back)

“My wifes bike”

“Let me have that one”

“I’m not giving you my wifes bike are you crazy”

(call cops again)

“911, can I help you.”

“Someone stole my bike and I found them and now they won’t leave me alone”

(as the man is walking away, then coming back)”What am I suppose to do”

“I DON’T CARE, GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FAGGOT” (strong words)

“YOUR A NIGGER”

“So what”

“Sir do you need the police.”

“Yes”

The thief leaves to go across the street where I see him point to me in front of a bunch of other mexicians.

So at this point, no cop, Josh with two bikes and no weapon. So I start is look for blunt objects and so I see a beer bottle that is pre-broken for me. I grab it and put it right on the floor so when the cops come I don’t get shot.

The cop pulls out of an axillary station they have right across the street like 5min form when I called. I guess it takes time to finish donuts (joke).

He has no room for the bike and then I get a call my wife has walked throught the Barrio and calls me I look down the street and there she is and say a guy has been following slowly in his truck. I don’t know why she just did that but she didn’t want me to get hurt so she came I don’t know.

So we had to walk the bike home because the breaks were coiled and the chain was broke. As I walked through little mexican I was suspious of everyone cause I didn’t know if any was affiliated with this dude. So keep the broke chain so I could bust somebody in the face with it.

Thank God I didn’t have to hurt or kill that guy cause I was ready to it if he tried to attack.

That was an entertaining hour.