Life is the distance your feet reach on the pedals of a bicycle to the place the rubber meets the road. In Dain Daller's case, it's the Universe that lays within the grasp of his toetips. But don't let the journey fool you, it's only an excuse parading as a metaphor like a baseball card in the spokes of steam engine churning down the mississippi--whether you eye an abandoned raft or not. More simply put, it's the process, Ethyl, whether the price of gas rises to sit at the right hand of God or not. In other words, you can never be thin or rained on enough, all thunder, violins, cellos or djembes aside.

 

Whatever, dood, just say YES to No-Fi, and cross another missed regret off your list.