The Ghost of the Past

It’s a strange day this one, for personal reasons ghosts from the past are still knocking at my door so I never forget them.

There are many a reason to stop doing the things we do. Everybody can tell you about how wrong you are or how you can do better.

I haven’t really listened to those voices in my whole life, but they’re still in my head. The ‘be a good boy’ stuff is coming again and again.

But today; I am not able to stop my mental chatter, as cold lawyers are debating with an uninterested judge whether to pay some money to a mother who lost her child in a motorcycle accident… I am going to resist.

I owe this to him. I will keep on riding and being a motherfucker on two wheels until death encounters me somewhere, sometime.

No remorse.

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