this is a sad, ****ed up world. i'm sick and ****ing tired of hearing about everyone getting hit, people getting killed...girls killing people while texting and getting slapped on the wrist. i'm tired. sick and tired. sad, sick, and tired. this is place is ****ed. if this is the sort of people the world is filled with, we're ****ed.

i don't know if i can take much more of this sort of ****. but i don't know what to do.

people need to stop hitting us. this kid was ****ing younger than me but close enough i can put myself in his place. his life is over. i'm not ready to go. i can't imagine he'd have been. i know splitting lanes isn't the best idea, but ****, you'd think the people in gas-guzzline 3000 pound deathmobiles would give you half a second's thought. but no. cars aren't treated like a responsibility here. you never even hear discussions of car safety that include discussion of those outside the car.

our vulnerability is all our insensitivity, to take an old punk lyric. this is a problem for the cycling communit and for the family and friends of those who've fallen and my heart ****ing goes out to them. if we live in a world this callous...

i lose more faith in people every day. this is sad, sick and wrong. we're hurting no one. why can't people stop hurting us?

i want to break something.

like our hearts are breaking for his broken hearted family.