I wrote this while sitting in the car getting ready to hop out of the car into the rain:
sheets of rain, butterfly stomach from a new ADD med, 20bpm headstart on heart rate. like hypomania with clarity, listening to ice t-midnight and psyching myself out of the car. rob is right. injuries attack the mind. the lingering damage to the psyche remains long after flesh and bone heal.
"these motherfuckers was ill/they didnt come to play...". (Ice-T)
I found this clip of the Bear Creek trails shot by some lunatic mountain biker. Those guys are out of their fucking minds: