pretty

rick always shows up. either 15 minutes late when im about to call him, hes skidding in front of my front tire as were all loaded up and ready to roll... or at 330 in the morning when he gets done bar tending. this time, we were headed to yosemite at 7am to catch a camp site at a walk-in only camp zone... sleeping for 3 hours at home didnt feel right, so after work, he packed up and rode across the bay bridge to my house and passed out with his helmet on. coulda knocked on my window, called or anything... needless to say. ricks a hoe.