So, this evening walking home I am thinking about this boy. This boy that gets hit by a car on his bike and shatters his kneecap requiring surgeries and months of rehab. This boy that tallies the number of times he's been car-doored or ended up on hoods or on the street. This boy that sends video clips to me of horrible bicycle accidents. This boy who got up to 38mph on his bike on the Queensboro Bridge.
And I think, "Oh God, what if he dies?"
Then I immediately think, "What if you don't LIVE."
A-ha.
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2 comments:
You are borrowing some trouble. Guess what? Me too.
what if you don't live....
well sister. true that. change the language.
I'd say the big o has nuthin on you...
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