Wuz truckin around town today boring my ass off on beaurocratic business, when I saw a truly beautiful sight. Young dread stylee bike riding kiter, his board under one arm, his kite on his back with its bladders blown up so it was about twice his height, his harness wrapped around the kite waving above his head, wobbling his way along the main street, towards the beach.
He had that "I just sold my car and bought a kite" look in his eyes.
I smiled, then frowned, what the f*** was I doing wastin time in town if he was going to the beach?
Then I remembered, ain't no wind today or not enough anyway.
I looked after the young Zippy kiter with the far away look in his eyes, jus ridin down to the beach real slow, hangin around, waitin for the wind man, no hassle...
I took a deep breath and yelled.
Ride on Zippy Kiter.