This one time, I was sitting about in my car—I wasn't actually driving, just sitting in it in the garage. I was pretending that I was popping wheelies, trying to impress the girls on my sweet golden Schwinn with red tassel streamers and an old milk crate I attached to give my stuffed Pink Panther plushy a ride. Man, those girls were all over me. They wanted some of this milkshake because I was bringing it. I'd swoop around on the street, feeling the wind in my hair and the sound of the chain going over the sprockets. The wind was a cool autumn wind, the kind that smells of crisp, clean air and makes your lungs feel good. I would pull up on those handlebars, balance myself and the bike into the perfect wheelie, and feel the streamers smacking my wrists. It was super badassery. I was like a legend on that bike, known throughout Nassau and parts of Suffolk counties. When I was a kid, Long Island felt small. I used to ride my bicycle all over parts of L.I. and do it all in a da...
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