Yesterday I took some shots then we got on your bike. I didn’t have a helmet and I asked you not to go over 30 mph. Never the less, I knew you would and when we hit 100, it felt good. The acceleration, realizing it’s all in your fingertips, the fate. I laughed so hard. I lived off those seconds. Too bad, once I come down, I’m back to dying. But I’m still alive while I’m dying. I can’t figure myself out. I looked in the mirror and I didn’t recognize who I saw. Sometimes it’s strange to think that’s me.