Ruben Journey to Life

 As a kid one time I was riding with my bike in town, when it got a punctured tire. I could not ride it home so I parked it. I continued walking home, when all of a sudden I saw what looked like an abandoned bike. I looked left and right and no one was nearby, so I took it. I was happy again. When I got to my neighborhood some kid told me she knew the owner but I didnt understand the name so ignored it. The shit hit the fan when the brother of the owner of the bike found out the bike at the hands of another neighbor, who told him it was me who stole it. This guy told everyone I was a burglar. I could not explain that I didnt see the bike was unattended and abandoned. The bike had been painted with wall paint. I had to fix it before returning it to the guy. While I was removing the paint with gasoline in a small room under the building I was living, I inadvertendly got high. Suddenly the pressure on my shoulder was lifted, my head was buzzing. So here I have what I think is my conne...