Danny and I got back from our midnight bike ride nearly two hours ago, now. Eleven cee in short shorts. My knee is freshcut and it feels fantastic, globs bright with oxygen, our palms sticky as Bluebeard's. I rubbed salt into it earlier, but a hot shower was the clincher. You know, you're freezing, nipples wrinkling tight like roses before the sun, and your scalp feels so thick under how hot it is. It stings like ice at first but then you're under with your ears plugged and it sounds like rain on tin and you mottle pink and it's the best time. I really am having the best time.

"Remind me, rewind me..."