Vertigo, The first time I flew in a glider I was Fifteen, It was an old mustang owned by one of the head of the backyard devils, smart...

Fox? Is that you?

Naivety... freedom isn't earned, or at least... It's not supposed to be... There is no choice. The best we can do is to go for the lesser...

It always hit you first, the scorching heat and the vicious air. It reeks, I'm wrecked, It took me everything to get here. The people I...