Biking

Biking “For all you die hard fans who have just tuned in its 7:30 and your listening to Howard Stern. Today Robin’s brought in Gary the Retard and Beetlejuice. We’re going to...” Forgetting to switch off my alarm the night before, I arose in shame and anger. As I slipped through the last of the sheets, which had remained on the mattress after a long stressful night, I realized my two-day vacation had already begun. Knowing that I would not be able to go back to sleep, I moved toward the knob that leads me to the anger and frustration that I hide from every night. Thinking I must face the two who had brought me into this horrid world made my blood flow cold. Ever since the tube that connected me to my mother in ways that helped me breath, feed and live had been cut I’ve been living in complete discomfort trying to survive on my own. Since that day, that evil day which if were a few years back would allow me to buy alcohol, my parents have made my life unlivable. From morning to night I dread the reoccurring voices back, body, off, made, around, saw, found, eyes, time, rode, out, now, myself, leg, landing, hard, dirt, after, trick, thump, task, steel, stairs, right, quickly, pedals, onto, night, lifted, left, hands, frame, finally, felt, faster