i’m sitting in traffic and looking out the window. i see a “oh-i’m-so-cool” biker riding with his shirt off but with his helmet on. i’m trying to imagine his thought process…”yes, if i crash, my very flesh will be flayed from my body…but at least i’ll look cool and my head will be protected…maybe they can save my head…but whatever…the point is…i…am…hot…and the chicks…dig…me!“
flayed alive