Went with a friend to 67th Ave,North-Brooklyn, this morning to get myself a second-hand cellphone as mine acient Nokia died on me yesterday. It survived nearly four years of agressive trowing around, careless falls and "aye, I stepped on it". Either way, that guy lived on 67th Avenue, and I didn't felt like catching the Subway from 220th to Rego. Taking the Dodge through morning traffic and trying to get past the Queensboro Bridge was not worth a 25 dollar cell phone in time and gas money, so I asked my friend to take me.

He did bring me there, atleast.

I brought 25 dollar in cash, and left my wallet home. So, I left with him with only 25 dollar in cash and my door keys. He dropped me off and he should've waited outside while I gone inside and swapped the 25 bucks for a decent phone. Nice sweet little purple/black Nokia, same model too. So, I went outside again and I saw that a black minivan took my friends spot at the side of the road.

Hoping that my friend turned intoa female soccermom all of the sudden... Seems like my friend bailed on me. I had a battery-loader, a Nokia cell phone who's battery was about as empty as an anorexic-chicks stumach and a handfull of keys. So, I had to walk for about 5 miles home.

I'm not exactly a hiker, cause there's too much opertunity of transportation. I wanted to freeride a subway, but realised that would be asking for trouble and after a nightshift of about six hours and no sleep and my morning coffee. I'd rather stay out of it. My reputation would hit rock bottom with the Yellow Cab of NY when I'd freeride on of those. So, last way to actually get home was either to hitch-hike, or just walk.

Took me four hours to get home.

And lemme tell you, that cheap brand coffee never tasted this good... And revenge will be sweeter than sugar when I find the perfect oppertunity to bail out on him.