I noticed that Tripp's power bike was unplugged. As if he needed any power on his bike. I might have to start calling him Mr. Incandescent because he can light any bulb without any power source except his own eternal blue flame of desire. He is transformational on so many levels. The disheveled young man that every so often has to fold back his unruly locks from his brow. He does this I think to reflect on the life he is living and sharing with us in each moment, he graces us with his extraordinary charm and energy that disappears like a dream we had last night but can't seem to recall the details to.
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