Let Me Ride Part 2

I walked out of the ER with both my parents by my side, a third of my shirt cut away, and a headwrap reminiscent of Erykah Badu’s made of gauze. The image would make a great album cover. I was injured for sure, but I survived without losing anything but some skin and blood. My father and I returned that night to where the Gold Wing was parked. It was sc…