The story of my driver to my addiction has taken over now i have found myself with stress over somthing im not even sure i even stress over, but i can no longer shut my brain off so i might look calm but on the inside im a ticking timebomb so now i find myself riding to calm the cricket farm in myhead so what better way the set a challange and set it high because onced focused i become obsesive and also driven to get the highest km out there as long as i can keep away from a small paracite that keeps putting me in tough positions where i am no longer in control of my movments bed riden and life is no longer mine i become a puppet with all strings engaged now im somewhat on the same level as this paracite but for not the same reasons im like a magget to a septic tank if you no you no his more like his more like the magget crawling across your kitchen tabel or your wheelie bin full of adult diapers, or that dirty march fly that will keep sucking your blood but is to quick or knows when it has take a break and once its cooled off it attacks,im getting off topic here but if donated this money i will take this to whole new level i will be like jhony holms on a liter of donated blood laced with meth and viagra i will make my 20 inch bmx wheels with 60 psi presure look like a small bic liter to now a blow torch with map gas making