I was in the winter of my life- and the men
I met along the road were my only summer. At
night, I fell asleep with a vision of myself
dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three
years down the line of being on an endless world
tour and memories of them were the only things
that sustained me and my only real happy
times.
I was a singer, not a very popular
one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful
poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events,
saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million
stars in the night sky that I wished on over and
over again- sparkling and broken. But I didn't
really mind because I knew that it takes getting
everything you ever wanted, and then losing it, to
know what true freedom is.
When the people I
used to know found out what I had been doing, how
I had been living- they asked me why. But there's
no use in talking to people who have a home. They
have no idea what it's like to seek safety in
other people, for home to be wherever you lie you
head.
I was always an unusual boy. My mother
told me that I had a chameleon soul, no moral
compass pointing me due north, no fixed
personality. Just an inner indecisiveness
that is as wide and as wavering as the ocean.
And if I said that I didn't plan for it to turn
out this way, I'd be lying- because I was born to
be the other man- who belonged to no one, but
belonged to everyone- who had nothing, and wanted
everything- with a fire for every experience, and
an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the
point that I couldn't even talk about it, and
pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both
dazzled and dizzied me.
Every night I used
to pray that I'd find my people- and finally I
did- on the open road. We had nothing to lose,
nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore-
except to make our lives into a work of
art.
Live fast. Die young. Be wild. Have
fun.
I believe in the country America used
to be. I believe in the person I want to become. I
believe in the freedom of the open road. And my
motto is the same as ever:
"I believe in the
kindness of strangers. And when I'm at war with
myself I
ride. I just ride."
Who are you?
Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you're
free to experience them?
I Have.
I Am
Fucking Crazy.
But I Am Free.