I was biking on my way to Wicker Park. And right on Henderson street i saw this damn toy hanging from someones sedan and scared the shit out of me. I swear to god i nearly fell of my bike. Not to mention few seconds before that my jeans got caught on the bike. I seriously thought it was real.
After getting scared from the toy it flashed an old memory of me back in third grade at my dads old home. I was with my two girl cousins and my cousin Yutaka had one of these. And i kept on playing with the damn thing i made my cousins laugh so hard. I can hardly remember what exactly i did but i remember playing with it a lot.
Good times. Haven't seen those cousins since.
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