I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night, I fell asleep with a vision of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and memories of them were the only things that sustained me and my only real happy times.

I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it, to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living- they asked me why. But there's no use in talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie you head.

I was always an unusual boy. My mother told me that I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that is as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn't plan for it to turn out this way, I'd be lying- because I was born to be the other man- who belonged to no one, but belonged to everyone- who had nothing, and wanted everything- with a fire for every experience, and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore- except to make our lives into a work of art.

Live fast. Die young. Be wild. Have fun.

I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become. I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever:

"I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I'm at war with myself I
ride. I just ride."

Who are you? Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you're free to experience them?

I Have.

I Am Fucking Crazy.

But I Am Free.