FACT: Molly's bike was stolen from the entry of my old apt about three weeks ago.
FACT: i posted about twenty times on craigslist with an attitude and detailed description of the bike.
FACT: every time, the theif flagged the posting for removal.
FACT: about three days ago i stopped a gorgeous older officer in uptown, asked him what could be done, he said nothing.
FACT: yesterday i went on a rampage with noah and naomi looking for a couch for noah's new apt.
FACT: we got lost in st paul, in a seedy area.
FACT: we stop to turn around, see a gold beat up bike on the sidewalk. someone says, look a bike. i say in a joking way, i'm getting out to see if it's molly's. i pick it up. IT IS FUCKING MOLLY'S BIKE IN ST PAUL MILES AND MILES AWAY FROM ANYTHING I KNEW EXISTED. we put it in the car. a lady opens her window and says, is that your bike, its been here for a few hours, and i didnt know what to do. i say, yeah, it was stolen a while ago from my apt in uptown mpls.
FACT: i immediatley got a headache and also believed in some sort of higher power.
is this not amazing, i can't wrap my head around it. the chances of me being on that street. the chances of me being in st paul (that was really like the third time) the chances the chances the chances... the bike was fizucked but deff molly's. i'm not out $100, molly's isn't out a bike. one up god.
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things are going pretty well. i'm sorry i didn't notice your comment back... that goes to show how often i use my blog. i did send that post so hopefully you got it. oh and this bike story is crazy.
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