Life rolls along under your feet like its been greased with super lube. I'm talking no friction. So, you decide to turn in your keys to the Maximum Securty Detention Center where you have worked "youth Counselling" juvenile delinquents for 3.5 years. With no friction there is no heat unless your heart is warm like a mini sun. Unless you have a small scale nuclear reaction keeping you warm on those icey nights where love is a myth. The children passed in front of you, around you, above you, below you like you were a hard rock in a river of youth. They taught you about freedom and about being chained to the material world. They taught you about anger management, mood disorders and the importance of a good diet. They really feed those kids shit. Of course you wanted to save money so you always ate the slop too. Grilled cheese triangles, card board hamburgers, soup and cake. Heavy and greasy heavy heavy. Makes the job alot easier if all the inmates are using all their uncontrolled energy to digest food. Maybe they will just sleep all the time. The kids taught you about your mood and how you can change it with focus and willpower. The poor, locked up juvies, taught you the importance of freedom. You became adept at ping pong and basketball. But those kids taught you the importance of freedom. They still wanted a mercedes, a rolex, a beamer... the power of advertising seaps thru the skin of the world and becomes something tangible like a wall. When you see thru it you walk thru it. So you turn in the keys and never look back. You pack your world onto the back of your Ducati 900 SS which will take you from 0-60 MPH in 2.1 seconds and will take you from PA to New Orleans in 40 days.