when we arrived at howies, i borrowed anna’s bike to ride home.
well… i crashed it and went over the handle bars. that is my bruise.i landed on the bike and it bent pretty bad.
if you’d like to help us find anna a new bike, go here.
(when i was seven, my first bike got stolen by a heroin addict in paris the day after we moved there. a nice little ‘welcome to paris’. my history with bikes is bad).
Yeah and I gave the bike to Aaron without asking Anna’s permish so it’s my fault… I am an idiot
