The Nature of Our Addiction
Saturday, November 24th, 2007Some guys like speed. Their idea of a good time is a flash in the sky, a roar between the ears, a rush of adrenalin, a high number.
When they crash, they come down hard.
Their flights are short but they don’t care. They’re in love with the hurry.
Others like it slow. Their flights are quiet. They last a while.
Some weave patterns in the sky, getting off on precision. Their lines don’t rise, droop or sag. Their squares and circles are pure Plato.





