Publisher's Synopsis
I sigh, close my eyes, as I realizethat I hardly so simply requireto ride this long task out.Grab the handles, brace the brakes, and pray do I not pull the wrong oneto send me over rails, pray I not jumpthe rails into the thick, heavy watersand drown myself nightly, come back upthe next morning, taking the poundingsof headaches I could endure, I have enduredfar simpler than this, oh, pray I notrequire diving in nightly to withstand the current, I need a boat that has no holes, a boat that's balancedif I am ever to make it to land, I needto ride this out as if a mountain bikeis my only transportation, and the only land aboutis mudded, rumbling, rocky terrain that's unbalancedin the very highest essence of the word, I need, I want, I desire, I dreamto ride this out, and not find myself brakingso hard, so fast just to cope with the roadthat I go over the railing once mo
