BSB 03/12/1986 Wednesday

BSB 03/12/86 Wednesday

Today I invented to cycle [NOTE: This is a Brazilian expression for deciding to do something that doesn’t end well] to the club with Renata, and it wasn’t even sunny. So there we were going downhill, super quick, and when it came to stopping my bike, opposite the German embassy, to go over the curb, my brake didn’t work. Instead of turning the handle so I wouldn’t hit the curb, it was pretty high, I tried to put my foot and the floor, and by then the bike had hit the curb and I was on the floor with a bloody lip. Renata, who loves other people’s misery, was laughing, a lot. So I laughed too, but it hurt a lot, it’s swollen now, looks like I’ve been punched.

The weather has been a pain. Raining twice a day and the sun isn’t very strong.