The Dutch Leaving.

I can see it in his kindly drunken eyes, just how much stuff really matters to him, how much he really cares. And when he looks at mem says something funny an laughs, I just smile, doesn't matter what he just said, I'm sure it was fucking hilarious.

But then he tells me about his future adventures and how he is leaving for greater things. I listen like a child around a campfire and the stories always blows my mind. There is nothing the surprises me anymore, but this guy, this Dutch rider, sure knows how to catch my interest. And with the fewest of words he walks off into the distance, carrying a skateboard and a cigarette, and the sunset paints a siluette made by the god of wolves. When he crosses the line, he looks back at me, he smiles and says: "Too bad it's fucking raining, Bro..."

I know now, it's not the falling apart that hurts, it's the coming together.