rust in pieces (RIP Laserquest)

you were my first city bike: my therapist, my wing man, and most days, my best friend. you were one of the few things that made living in the city tolerable, and even if you were kind of a junky homo - I loved you. rest assured that the person(s) responsible for your wanton destruction will be held accountable, and pay out their fucking asses for this.



now cracks a noble heart. good night, sweet prince