Porc

I saw a porcupine on the road today, he wasn't going anywhere. I felt bad for him, he's gone though and only the shell is left there to smell. I shoot upright in bed often with the pain of a blunt-dull knife in my shoulder. It's not broken, it just hurts like dysentery. So, the road bike gets the time, no dirt I think for another week. Late summer is approaching and I need all the cylinders to be happy.