“They only live to get radical.”
Bodhi knew. Cost him his life. I tested it out. It had my balls in a death grip from the moment I met those bank-robbing cowboys. Stealing cash as karma to return to the earth didn’t quite mesh with the law, but it sure made for an interesting way to live.
Came across an unclaimed piece of meat in Baja, turned out to be Rosie. Guess he picked a knife fight with somebody better. Found a passport of Bodhi’s in Sumatra. Missed him by about a week in Fiji. But I knew he wouldn’t miss the 50-Year Storm.
Because we only live to get radical.
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