I'm here at Tek's pad. Hell ya we're pretty toasty right aboutnow. We've had a couple of cases of Keystone (TEk's been drinkingthe beer super fast just for an excuse to drive the Mo-ped to thestore). I'm sure you all know what a fuckin moped is. EvidentlyTek felt bad about fucking up the Squire so, get this, the poorbastard bought a damn Mo-Ped at a thrift shop or something as agift for me. I couldn't help but laugh at the damn thing.

If anyof you all are wondering, a fuckin mopad is a damn half bike halfscooter like thing. It has a small two stroke engine and fuckinpaddles on it just in case you run out of gas. I didn't reallywant to hurt Tek's feelings by not liking the damn thing but Ithink it's cool now because he's kind of claimed it and forgot allabout buying it for me. I feel that by posting the truth here, hewon't be offended as bad for my not liking it. THat dumb bastard isriding the damn thing around the fuckin breeze way on the secondfloor right now, I don't even want to imagine how the hell he gotit up here.

It sounds like a fucking bumble bee cirlcing the placeand you can hear an occassional giggle from TEk. He's wearing adamn world war 2 german helmet and some damn pilot's goggles.Around seven this morning, I was still sawing logs without a worryin the world. I don't have to be at work until 8. I heard themost annoying noise circling my damn aprtment. I too live on thesecond floor across town from tek. I noticed the sound gettinglouder and louder until it finally shut off. shortly after, i lookup at the front door only to see Tek standing there in his damnbiker get up.

I think my bitch was somewhat alarmed. Tek had cometo take my ass to work on the damn Mo-ped. I kinda got short withhim for waking me up so early cuz i was pretty hung over and tiredas hell, but he insisted I ride. He said"come on man, you gottafuckin ride, the women love it" He even wanted to leave early so we could cruise a bit. After I got dressed and shit, I followedTek to the door. The damn thing was leaning against the rail way,yes, he'd driven it up the steps!.

Apparently he stayed up allnight the previous night painting the damn thing cuz it looks justlike that bike in that PEEWEE Herman movie. Well, he wanted me toride down the fuckin steps with him and am I glad I didn't. It flipped about half-way down and tek took a pretty nasty spill. Hegot up smiling and patting his damn helmet. He then pulled askateboarding helmet out of his fuckin saddle bag and made me wearit.

Finally we were off. Tek was leaning forward all low and shitand told me to do the same. I asked him what the fuck for and hereplied, "SPEED! we're getting on the freeway!!!" The damn thingprobably dosent go 15 MPH and Tek was determined to get on thedamn freeway. as we hit the onramp, TEk yelled out "LEANMOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!" I thought we were gonna fuckin die. Cars werezooming by 70 MPH and shit. People were honking and flipping usoff.

Finally tek took the median until we got to the next exit.Just as we left the freeway, the bike began to sputter. Tek lookedback and shouted "PEDAL this BITCH!!!" WE're out of gas!!! By nowwe were both laughing so fuckin hard. I never realized thesethings were so much fucking fun!Well I finally got to work. As Tek pulled away from Sonic, I guessthe damn chain came off because he straight busted his ass in themiddle of the street. I helped him pick it up and fix the chainthen he rode off into the rising sun.

I'm out of here

ED from TEK's desk