my cousin was
alan catlin
the motorcycle
freak, loved
to ride anytime
of day or night in
any kind of weather.
Nothing could
stop him.
Do you remember
that tornado they
had down there
in North Carolina
about 5 or 6 years
ago? I was living down
there then and wasnšt
Davy at my house when
it was just about to
hit. Started cranking
up the old hog said,
łišll see you around
babe, gotta fly.˛
I tried telling him
aišnt no way youšre
gonna out ride that
storm but he wouldnšt
have listened even if
hešd heard. They found
him in a ditch a day later
more dead than alive,
motorcycle a bunch of
useless metal lucky
to be breathing. Now, hešs
got all this brain
damage and doesnšt seem
to be able to hear or
speak right anymore,
just sits there staring
at the horizon with those
dark, glassy eyes of his
growing darker and more
couldy with each passing day.
