Bipedalguy's Midnight Bike Ride
My legs were very jumpy as I lay in bed trying to sleep. For years I’d had this problem, caused by a disease called “Restless Leg Syndrome”. It’s an affliction which is only recently getting the publicity (or infamy) that it so well deserves. The legs just won’t settle down. The rest of the body wants to sleep, but the legs won’t have any part of it. They insist on walking or running, and that’s a problem when trying to sleep.
------- Author's Notes -------
I haven't yet decided whether or not I shall write another chapter for this story.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|shiloh (18.104.22.168) -- Monday, July 28 2008, 04:14 pm|
of course, they asked you for your social security number, and naturally, you said, "567-68-0515," that number being Richard Nixon's... but everyone ever arrested due to "campus unrest" or "student demonstrations" back in the 60s nearly always furnished that number to the officers - the number was in restroom stalls, on bulletin boards, all over the LSU campus, so it must have been everywhere else, as well. (it used to be very upsetting to Dick Nixon, but there was nothing they could do, other than try to file charges against every kid they were booking for not cooperating with the police - the kids weren't trying to use the number for personal gain, so they couldn't do much.)
|Bipedalguy (22.214.171.124) -- Wednesday, July 30 2008, 10:14 pm|
This ficticious bike ride had to have been in the last few years, because I hadn't adopted the pen name "Bipedalguy" until well into this century, and with "Bipedalguy" in the story title, it had to have been written since the adoption of that pen name. The polititian you refer to was gone before the time frame of my story. I never would have remembered that S.S.N. anyway. I can barely remember my own S.S.N. By the way, is it wednesday?
|shiloh (126.96.36.199) -- Wednesday, July 30 2008, 10:56 pm|
it's april. or is it noon? I can never remember what flavor it should be.
|Bipedalguy (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, July 30 2008, 11:39 pm|
What did you think of the Bike ride?
|shiloh (184.108.40.206) -- Thursday, July 31 2008, 01:50 am|
i would compare it to the writing of the novelist, Dean Koontz, and i would buy the book by you, and i await the next installment. So hurry up! and i mean it about the comparison.
|Bipedalguy (220.127.116.11) -- Thursday, July 31 2008, 02:53 am|
I didn't know much about Dean Koontz, but I just Googled him, and found an account of an interview with D.K. He is a character! I appreciate his communicating style, and he's a profoundly successful writer. Thanks for comparing my writing to his.
You have made my day.
|Terrye* (18.104.22.168) -- Thursday, July 31 2008, 12:54 pm|
when i got to the part ( headed downhill and picking up speed, still holding the disconnected handlebars)i found myself wrinklin' my nose and sealed my eyes shut, all i could imagine was the horror scenario of goin' down hill in a rapid motion..ay ya yay..with out the security of attached handlebars. thats like no safety belt. not to be quip, but, looks like it took the edge off the R.L.S .i do hope you write another chapter..i would like to read that your character comes walkin' out the police station a winner/hero. Kewel write!!!
|Bipedalguy (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, August 1 2008, 03:32 am|
I'm glad you liked this story. Thanks for the encouragement. I'm trying to think of how to continue the story.
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