You Should've Been Busy Drinking Faygo

Every street has that one house - the one that causes you to hold your breath when you walk by it; the one you'd always skip when trick-or-treating; the one whose occupants you never invited to the block party. Well, the street behind my apartment is no different. It's got that one house and we call it the 'Juggalo House', for obvious reasons (if you need to, look it up - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6V-4jbto2C8&feature=player_embedded).

So, for my birthday this year my family pooled some money together to surprise me with a brand new Trek Soho, and as you can imagine I was pretty stoked about it. I rode it just about every day for the month our little fling lasted, until that fateful day I came home from work to go on a ride and discovered its mysterious disappearance. It'd been locked up to the fence around my back deck, and some cheeky fellow kicked out the beam it was locked to and took it.

Now, remember that house I told you about? You can probably guess what I'm thinking...

Each day I walk by that Juggalo House, you can bet I'll be craning my neck to snoop around for my birthday bike (while holding my breath, of course). Never trust a man with his face painted black and white and a Faygo in his hand.

-Dustin