Jessica's Book Thoughts

A friend of mine is going through some crappy husband times. She came over to ralk. We are both book lovers, what better thing to do than ride our bikes to Goodwill and look at books. The ride down was blast. A mile of downhill coasting breeze in our hair, middle fingers stuck up in our childish attempt to pissed her husband and his whore off when we rode past her house. Well, we bought 18 books, about half were heavy hardcovers. We bought backpacks to hold our books. All was good until we looked up the hill we has to ride up. The rode back to my house is steep, bumpy, and narrow. It took us two book idiots an hour to get home. I fell off the bike twice and knocked her down once. We got caught drinking water from a stranger's outside water spigot, and didn't get caught two other times. By the time we hit my street we were ready to die. I hurt in places I didn't know I had, I am bleeding, so is she. It was a blast. She is coming back tonight after she packs enough things for a couple days. 

PS her mom is going to her sister's house. We meet with ever woman's house this evening