You know what sucks? Cancer. Cancer sucks. Especially when it takes a young life. Like the life of my five year old son. You want to know what I have to say about that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing because I don't have the drive anymore. There's nothing left in me except emptiness. That much is obvious. I've lost my car, my career, and my apartment. At least I have my brother. Actually, I just have a place to stay because of my rich, single brother.

I'm struggling to find purpose again. After what life's shown me it can do to a person, I really don't care if I'm breathing anymore. I am, but barely. Then Jett Voss showed up and it's like he's an oxygen mask I don't need or want.

She's got no cares left in the world and I'm determined to resuscitate her heart.

It was a one-night stand that connected us. She only had one want that night, and I took care of it. I'm not stopping there though. I may have not known her before her heartbreak, but I know there's life inside of her still. I will find it.

That means I need to stick around town for a while. I guess I don't have many other options. I've just been forced to run a company I never wanted and I'm a little bitter about it. The circumstances of why this fell into my lap makes it the hardest. Death is a cruel reality. My bike shop, occasionally the open road, not answering to anyone ... this is the life I was living and wanted.

It's insane what one look, one night, one person can change in you.