a figure 8 school bus race in hell

this time next week, i am so out of town for the grand event of the season (in the east, until i can get to pomona). it's going to be strange - the first race in 12 years that my friend won't be there with me, but i know he would want me to go and have a great time, just as we always did.

so many years of memories will flood my mind as i make the trek two hours north. so many cold beers we shared over the years, and so many drugs we shoved into our system over the course of race weekend.

it's never going to be the same.

a clean weekend ahead of me ('cept for the cold beers) with nothing but him in my thoughts. an empty seat next to me as i clutch his ticket in my sweaty hand. i count on the tears falling as the cars speed down the track, knowing that he would be there next to me with a big smile on his face.


life can certainly serve you some shit sometimes.
karma can be a bitch sometimes.
and sometimes, all that is left are the memories.

please let me get through it all and keep my hair.