Morbid Reminder

My friend and former room mate, Helena, showed up today with a bloody souvenir from 8 years ago. The Vanson jacket I was wearing on that fateful July night back in 2001.




She was going to repair it, but screwed up as Helena usually does.

Brought back a lot of memories, mostly painful ones. Maybe I can can lace it all back together like a Frankenstein token of my days of two legs.
Ride Safe, the assholes are trying to kill you.