kalischild

I'm cracking 400 miles today. Cracking that shit like the neck of a bottle. Cracking that shit like the back of a bunny.

That leaves me with 100 miles to go until I can reach out and touch 7K RPM.

Which means... Roadtrips. LA. Vegas. Choas, trouble, and fun.

Which means... Urban freeway warfare. Berkely hills at seventy.

Which means... I can take passengers on the freeway.

I can go anywhere, and with anyone, anytime.

I busted my ass for this life.

Lonely as it's been, I've proved that at least as far as I'm concerned, I've been right.

My rules work, at least for me.

I win.

Desert in three weeks.

Bodies everywhere.