Swimming Upstream

Some people just radiate stupidity, my Uncle Rick is one of them. When I was younger I remember him making me cry because he threw me into a wave as it was crashing into the shore as waves do. I remember looking up from underneath the salty murky foam filled sea water ... I could hear Uncle Rick giggle like a fucking hyena on crack. He reached for me and pulled me out of the water still fucking giggling. My Dad, mad as hell said something like "Why did you jumble jumble blah blah" and he looked at my dad and gave some excuse which I later on in life find out that he said "so he can learn how to swim" ... see what I mean ... Radiates Stupidity. Now this is the first thing I hate in the world ... maybe it has something to do with Uncle Rick, who knows.

The second thing I hate which immediately follows Uncle Rick are STAIRS. I'm unhealthy and old, I seem to now have a bad left knee and lungs that pass for an 80 year old. These things add to the large gulps of breath I have to take as I climb each step in UNSW. I bet you some grad student fresh out of the Landscape Architecture course probably designed it like this. He / She probably thought, watch me make these mufukas suffer muhahahaha. Well whoever you are, I now hate you too!

Here's my section of steps. My thing with this is that I am combining  light and heavy steps. Lets be real here before you start telling me this is wrong. NOBODY is going to bring a bike up a bunch of stairs! Even long stairs, mate it's just not gonna happen. These stairs are what I call realistic stairs that have a functional ramp for the bikes to be brought up on. Abstract that pendejo!