For all its ridiculous imperfections, life is pretty damn perfect sometimes.

Because maybe Watonka was only ever supposed to be a temporary stopover, and maybe I will chase that train over the hill, and maybe we're all destined to leave this place, for sure, for real, together or alone. But for right now, we're here.

It seemed everything that had ever lived and died in this world had passed through here, had left its indelible imprint.

Don't settle for stuff. That's pretty much the only thing I learned in life. You see something, some chance for something great, you take it. You grab your keys and jump on your bike and go, no regrets.