This bike belonged to my friend Aaron. I just picked it up this morning. I even paid 45 bucks for it. I doubt it’s anything worth saving though. For all I know it could be an old Walmart bike. What’s so special about it then you ask? Aaron is dead. An old friend of ours happened to find me on Facebook and he offered it up.
Aaron and I were tight as could be without being boyf and girlf. I met him when I was 17. He and I did a lot of drugs together but we also rode bikes together.
He struggled with heroin as I did. He moved to Denver with his girlf and we lost touch for a few years. Once I moved back to Ohio and went to rehab, he mailed me letters of encouragement. I got my last letter from him in 1998.
He od’ed. Relapsed after a year of fighting it. I miss the fuck out of him. I feel good knowing I have his old bike.by