
Originally Posted by
Jazzersize
This isn't some low class idiot out of Compton. He's from Potomac Maryland, an affluent neighborhood. He's educated and smart but goofy. I'm just kind of shocked and sad. He rode his motorcycle with me for three weeks, all the way to Wyoming. During the trip he became the closest thing to a best friend I've ever had. We risked our lives together, we fought back to back, he goaded me into free-climbing in Yellowstone above deep ravine, in Ohio we crashed a college party and lured two girls into cheating on their boyfriends (the cause of the aforementioned fight). For three weeks we lived on the road. I thought I knew him, but I guess not.
I've known one guy for 15 years, in the end it turned out I didn't know him at all. I guess, sometime we project on people how we ourselves want them to be instead of how they really are.
Don't cry, don't regret and don't blame
Weak find the whip, willing find freedom
Towards the sun, carry your name
In warm hands you are given
Ask the wind for the way
Uncertainty's gone, your path will unravel
Accept all as it is and do not blame
God or the Devil
~Born to Live - Mavrik~