Normal Is Not Normal »

Within an hour of receiving my chrome plated freedom I had crashed on a quiet sandy road. I wasn’t wearing a helmet and I was invincible. I was a 9 year old with a motorcycle, for christ’s sake. I was also severely injured. Sand has a delicate beauty that masks a ferociousness. Any carpenter can tell you how effective sand is at removing the flesh of a tree. I can tell you it is equally effective at ending childhood dreams.

Really touching piece. Let’s not understate the amount of personal strenth it takes to tell a traumatic story like this.