not just a metaphor for my view of life, but an actual event

I got my bike fixed on Sunday, finally. I couldn't make the decision to put down the money for new wheels because everyone told me it was smarter just to buy a new bike. But in the end I love the one I have and didn't want to put out the effort to find a new one, and so, months later, the bike is finally fixed.

This morning i biked to work. On the williamsburg bridge a guy passed me in a cloud of marijuana. He'd stopped on the bridge, smoked up, got back on his bike, and was headed into the city, stoned and happy.

He and I live very different lives.

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