Heavy Metal Bicycle Blues
They were at it again.
Damien Ridley and Lester “Les” McCoy were f*****g the life out of each other, and my ears were practically bleeding, they were so loud. It was a wonder the ceiling still held up with all the pounding that floor got from their exertions in the bedroom, which was located right above mine.
Ever since they’d moved in together upstairs last month, it had been like that nonstop, sometimes twice in a night. I was happy for them, but I had no one in my life right now, which didn’t help matters. It seemed that getting the snot beat out of me a year ago had made me gun-shy of anything in the realm of relationships.
Physically, I had healed from the bruises inflicted upon me by Biff Tremonte, my former roommate. He was currently serving time in pri
