riding_a_bicycle_down_the_stairs raze i wake up in your bed with a broken leg, and you say i've got to go. you don't want to help me. you don't want to call anyone. not even the passionate jamaican paramedic who drew some final words out of an elderly woman through will alone. i can't put any weight on the leg, and you won't be my crutch, but you offer me your bicycle to steady myself. so i ride it down your staircase, toward your living room, with only half my usual stopping power, hoping not to kill myself in the process. it's the most afraid i've ever been on wheels. 131028 what's it to you? who go blather from