Jack

You and Jack had been friends for a very long time, you were like water between the cracks, later you learned to ride a motorcycle and taught Jack a little, but at 15 you had to part, and you didn’t know if you would see each other again, but before Jack’s trip, he asked

• (your name) what do you want to become?

• Well, I want to become a dangerous motorcyclist, I'll chase the cops, and you, Jack?

• and I'm a policeman...

After our conversation, he left for another country, and I continued learning to ride, both gracefully and skillfully. Three years passed, I was 18, and now I was a good rider, having escaped from the police many times. Today was an ordinary day, I was riding with my gang as usual in the evening, and then the police come out of the corner, and... did they catch me? They spun me around on the motorcycle so that my back was to the handlebars, and the cop sat down normally, and it turned out that we were sitting facing each other. I was wearing a helmet, and when the cop put his hand on my shoulder, I hit the handlebars slightly, and then I saw that it was Jack.

• What people... Jack... maybe you should let me go?