Drarwings?

I was drarwing today in le parc since I felt conflicted about things and had to work it out, literally work it out. -- Came to the opinion that my extra chain-ring on my bike had to go, along with the chain guard that sits up front on the crank: This is all on boy-blue by the way, my Frankenstein with an undersized one speed 700c rear wheel.

Let us be clear: This is not a fixie. It is however, dangerously close to being one (someone help, save me!). Lucky, it is hopelessly uncool. Horrible scratches and paint chips mar the finish. There is only one steel fender on the rear of the bike and it is bent as well as dented badly. The bars are slightly bent cruiser bars from a previous incarnation of in the name of science. No, not el gigante bartrantansaruous san simian.

So, long story short I made baked beans and had a Cappuccino, then felt restless and krumpy about being jobless, drew in the park, and finally zipped around for an hour or so. 90 d today too. Isn't this August? I mean isn't this October? Can you have a Freudian slip in writing?