Page 70 of Shade
Like it or not, that fucks with you. And then there’s the whole “friend blowing her brains out” shit show I’ve been dealing with.
Knowing that, cut me some slack on what you’re about to be told before you throw me in the pile-of-shit category all together.
So let’s see, there was the time in Orlando I ran my bike up a landing ramp and just launched it into the air (without me on it, of course). All that ended up being was a showy act of destruction that gave the crowd a thrill and an act of defiance on my part for the tour manager inviting Jaime Neeley to join the X-Fighters.
There was a problem with that particular stunt or act of defiance on my part. Reece was on the track warming up. I had no idea. It’s not like I bothered to think about anyone other than myself that day.
So while my bike free-sailed without me on it, Reece had no idea what was happening, or coming at him. It ended up hitting him while he was airborne and knocked him to the ground. Everyone went crazy, in a good way, thinking we’d planned that as some kind of crazy stunt.
Somehow Reece wasn’t hurt and smiled at the applause he was given in return. He wasn’t even mad.
What else is there? Oh, there’s the time a couple months back when we were in Abu Dhabi for the X-Fighters and I took off after the race, on my bike through the city. Found a local bar where I proceeded to drink half a bottle of vodka and about twelve Jägerbombs with a guy named Taco before convincing a local to race me through downtown.
Do you think I ended up in jail?
Nope. Police thought it was some kind of stunt for the show and let me go. It’s a good fucking thing they didn’t do a breathalyzer on me.
If you ask me, and let’s face it—no one will at this point—I’m not nearly as bad as Tiller. Do you want to know how he reacts when he’s pissed off? I’m assuming you have your own theories here, but would you believe he can pretty much incite a riot at a carnival? This happened all because he was told he couldn’t go on a ride with no clothes on. He actually prefers to be naked. Or at least halfway there, given the off chance he’ll get some.
Anyway, at the carnival, he used a bat from one of the games to decapitate a scarecrow -type thing and then urged patrons to storm the Ferris wheel and attack. And they did. Dude can convince anyone to do anything.
He was drunk. Or maybe high. We don’t really know.
So you tell me. . . am I acting destructive or just being a twenty-one-year-old kid?
