Eve used to ride with a helmet, and her dorky subconscious still does! It's just sexier to ride without one in Brooklyn, freely embracing the death drive, which I'm realizing is a much larger theme in this story and Eve's life in general.
3 thoughts on “#542 – the trash bin of my brain”
Hey I just realized Eve's tooth gap is still there! Wonder how long until that's gone.
I've always found that guy's comment hilarious.
Nothing as flattering as an unorthodox catcall