street bikes are bad!
im crawling all over....i dont know what to do with myself. im better than i was yesterday. atleast now i know he is safe and alive.
streetbikes can kill....
in some ways im pissed for being ok with him having a bike...and in someways im pissed at him for wanting to put his life in danger like that. and in all ways im grateful that he is alive and that we will still be able to spend our lives together.
yesterday was the worst day in my life. it is the most undescribable feeling inside when you know that something is wrong in your gut, but you live so fucking far away that you cant do anything.
my sister called in a missing persons report for me because i was too distraught to even speak clearly, my insides were in so much termoil. i kept seeing him in my mind dead somewhere in the desert, or at a scene of an accident struggling to live, or in a hospital bed confused and scared. 30 minutes after she reported it we got a call from a detective saying that he was bayflighted to a hospital. after a few calls we found out he was at a different hospital and that he was stable....thank God! he had surgery and will be ok, might take a while and some therapy to get him back to walking 100% better....but he will live!
i didnt get good sleep last night, and i want to fly out there early but at the same time I dont know if I should or what i should do at all......
streetbikes can kill....
in some ways im pissed for being ok with him having a bike...and in someways im pissed at him for wanting to put his life in danger like that. and in all ways im grateful that he is alive and that we will still be able to spend our lives together.
yesterday was the worst day in my life. it is the most undescribable feeling inside when you know that something is wrong in your gut, but you live so fucking far away that you cant do anything.
my sister called in a missing persons report for me because i was too distraught to even speak clearly, my insides were in so much termoil. i kept seeing him in my mind dead somewhere in the desert, or at a scene of an accident struggling to live, or in a hospital bed confused and scared. 30 minutes after she reported it we got a call from a detective saying that he was bayflighted to a hospital. after a few calls we found out he was at a different hospital and that he was stable....thank God! he had surgery and will be ok, might take a while and some therapy to get him back to walking 100% better....but he will live!
i didnt get good sleep last night, and i want to fly out there early but at the same time I dont know if I should or what i should do at all......