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. And have fun!
Who are you? Are you in touch with all of 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.