the beginning of 2006

For me, 2006 started with a mild champagne hangover, which, considering the amount of champagne imbibed after plenty of wine, really wasn’t that bad. This morning I went up to my parents’ to eat my fill of blackeyes, cornbread and cabbage. My first interaction with the public was stopping for gas on the way. As I pulled into the station, I saw a guy who’d just wiped out on his Harley on the ground with the bike on top of him. There were people all around, pumping gas, walking into the store, etc. Still, by the time I’d parked and gotten out of my car, the guy was still on the ground and the people around him were avoiding eye contact.

What the fuck? Are you kidding me? So I walked over to him and basically lifted the bike off him and put the kick stand down. He said, “You’re really strong,” which was kind of funny for some reason. I think he was embarassed. He was an older fella, wearing his little Harley tee shirt and everything, and I just felt bad for him that people were pretending he wasn’t in need of some assistance. Oh the humanity.