by Peter Lidell
It wasn’t my fault… was it?!
Of cause not! Bitch! Yeah, she fucking deserved it!
Absolutely! No doubt!
You sure about that
What!? Who said that?!!
What!? Who’s Me??!
What the fu…!? What’s going on here?!
Ahh…I must be stressed out.
Why did you do it?
WHAT?! I haven’t done anything!!
Yeah, right. If that’s floats your boat, then...
Damn, I love this bike. I sure did the right thing buying it. Good thing that I didn’t take that sluts advice. If I had I’d be walking right now.
From now on I will only listen to me. Me, myself and I.
Yeah baby. Finally free. Just me, my bike and the running wind!
You sure about that?
Not you again. Ok, I’ll indulge you..me..whomever. What shouldn’t I be sure about?!
You tell me...
Ahh..forget about it! If that’s the way we’re doing this then count me out, pall.
Ok ,fair enough. Then tell me this, is it freedom that you feel right now or is it the rush of fear?
Fear!? Fear of what?
Losing!? What are you talking about?!! What’s there to lose? I’m free now! Nobody to answer to anymore.
We always have to answer for what we do. Sooner or later.
Well then, it sure looks like it’s going to be later then..
Maybe. But by then you’ll be left with just ‘you’. No freedom no bike no running wind and no me myself and I. Just You.