Thrasher – August 2019

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We all bombed to the bottom, everyone screaming joyously.
Moments like that are invigorating and life affirming—especially
after long periods on the road when you start to forget who you
even are. I mean, really, who are you anymore? You’ve been
herded from city to city, taken multiple plane rides, you’re in a new
bed every night, stuffing your face with tons of “food.” What day
is it? Does it matter? We were lost in Europe. Time doesn’t even
exist at that point. All you can do is buckle up and hope you come
back alive.