I realize the addictive reality of this world. There is no law, obviously I am late to the party on that one, but there is nothing, no consequences for my actions. I had to pull into the shadow of a flipped over semi when that one hit me. The crowd with knives back in Omaha knew that one from go. But, after some thought, I understood something else, if there is no law; everything, every action I took was a lot more important. I had to be the policeman of myself, because I believed in order, even in the face of all this.

I fired up the bike a little more determined and lit off. But it was short lived, two semis were parked nose to nose blocking the highway and men with guns walked the top of them. I know they spotted me, because I was rolling up a flat stretch of highway, they were pointing and obviously talking to one another. I stoped a fair peice away and got the shotgun, chambering a round.

Trust wasn't a big one for me these days, not since the college kids.