my fucking thighs hurt. i started riding to work again. through the parks & the parkways. on unbelievably small and cracked asphalt through secret quiet trees of unforgetting. then i went to class. wayne says, “we need to talk about your initiation.” this is the farthest i have ever gotten in any situation like this. the hint comes up, and i fade away. but not this time, this time it’s going to happen. i can just feel it. (2002)