[Dear Reader]

He is the little boy lost in the candy store. He is a cliche. For weeks he pays off small increments, so he can take home this stupid red bike. I'm selfish. I'm wondering if the bike will change things between us, because boys like gadgets and maybe my vagina won't do it for him any longer. He got off on the bike. I remember getting that first call, where he told me he was almost blown over on the light frame but that just riding it he felt like he was flying. HE FELT FLYING! That a stupid red bike could do that for him. He was lost in paradise.

He's had that bike for over a month. Just barely. Weeks of paychecks. I've seen him happy, yes, but there was something different about him with that bike. I felt like he gained something from it. Something that I couldn't give him. The ability to fly. It sounds cheesy, but every boy has a dream. His was Peter Pan.

Now, it's gone. Just this morning. Some Boston fuckhead is selling his bike for parts or flying down the streets of JP. I can't stand the thought of someone else flying on his stupid red bike.

Barely a month and it's gone. It's stupid. Stupid and sad. Such a pretty bike in someone undeserving hands.

This is a cry for help!



Bike fund. Donate.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

D. 
¶ 11:05 AM |