Poo Sand Ever Not Flowing

Damn bike is busted. Stupid shaft snapped clean and sent my dumb ass over the handlebars in the dessert outside of Pueblo. I walked that peice-o-shit handcart back to Pueblo where I will buy a new, more conventional bike this Tuesday. Goddamnit. Another fucking week in this town. Damn near a month I've spent in this town with virtualy no money just waiting. Waiting for legal papers, waiting for a check, waiting on waiting periods to access money from the check and ALWAYS durring hollidays and weekends so the waiting is extended even further.
Pueblo's not a bad place, but goddamnit, I'm ready to move along!