Circles on a Bicycle

I saw a man riding a bicycle at 11pm on a friday. Was he in love, after a fun night, or befallen with terrible news? He stopped to drink some water from the park’s water fountain. He drank for a long minute. Then hopped back on his bike and rode around joyfully making circles and turns he didn't have to if he were looking to get from point A to point B. He must have had a great time. Hopefully.

Maybe he was trying to forget. Like when I ran my best time after an enamored night of heavy drinking, restless and failed by my manhood. A stupefied mind really is the strongest muscle.