I dont really wear my helmet unless I'm trying to learn a new trick, or in competitions where I'm going balls-out. Or if its really cold, or at night when its super icey.
I write messages on money.
It's my own form of social protest.
A letter printed on paper that no one will destroy, passed indiscriminately across race, class and gender lines, and written in the blood that keeps the beast alive.
A quiet little hijacking on the way to the check-out counter.
And a federal crime.
I hope that someone will find my message one day when they really need it, like I do.
'You are not a slave'