I guess I'll stay up an extra ten minutes to drain this out of me. Something about riding with no hands for once, along the riverpath, all alone getting home, zipping past shadows, sometimes stopping, if their shape looked family, listening to Blue Oyster cult, and I don't give a fuck , I let go of the grip tape, I don't care if I fall down.
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