I had a dream you were still here. I tried to tell you to stop - to not to go through with it... but you did anyway. Just like back in the 90’s - eating stolen candy, riding on your handlebars to McDonald's - always ordering Big Macs, you eating half of mine.
I still remember the last thing you said to me before you disappeared – looking me straight in the eye you asked, “Where did you get those long stripy slacks you fashionable fuck?” Before I could answer you popped a wheelie and took off up the road, peddling like the little bastard you were.
The police eventually found your Huffy down stream at Miller Park. In the autumn months that followed I began to see your black and white image at checkout counters downtown - and on the sides of milk cartons all over the fucking Midwest.
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