the pedals have spikes, just in case we have to ride our way through a vicious group of vikings and mongols. genghis khan runs at the sight of spokes.

remember when i confessed this?

my brother is determined that i learn how this summer, before i leave in september.

yesterday, we went to the schoolyard at the elementary school we used to attend, and he only held onto the handlebars for a few seconds before letting go.

and i rode a bike yesterday.

the apostle of hustle spell-weaving a riff into my ears, and never thinking of you once. never. never.