[s2e3] Me, Myself & I -

He had just fallen off his bicycle, scraping his knee on the jagged pavement.

Arthur Finch lived in three distinct gears: his racing past, his overwhelming present, and his looming future. At forty-one, he felt like a stranger to all of them. 🚲 The Boy on the Bike (Past) [S2E3] Me, Myself & I

He looked at an old, framed photo of that bruised kid on the bicycle. He realized he was letting the ground hold him. He picked up his phone, made the risky pitch call, and felt the gears finally click back into place. 🌅 The Elder on the Porch (Future) He had just fallen off his bicycle, scraping