Please Kill Me

Forgot to mention this one. Last Thursday, yours truly rode across town to the bank after riding home from work. Wearing too much clothes for 60 degree weather and having no food in the belly, I was in a bad mood. Then my keys fell out of my back pocket and it was an extra 45 minutes of riding around in the dark scanning the pavement for something bright and shiny. For fucks sake! Anyhoo, my self-portrait skills are somewhat lacking compared to a jackass like Jeff Kerkove who snaps photos of himself on his bike like Joshie eats Cheerios.