Jokeās on you, buddy. Thatāll only have consequences the first, what, couple dozen times? I can take a punch.
But then eventually, Iāll have money for the bike, and whenever I get called out, Iāll just speed off, and, sure, maybe I crash and die in a gutter and the police canāt figure out why I have hundreds of fake phone numbers stuffed in my jacket and it launches a huge investigation that becomes sort of a local legend, but you know whose problem that is? Not fucking mine.
Because Iām a slutty motorcycle ghost, and whoās gonnaā stop me then? The ghost cops? Nice try. Everybody knows cops canāt become ghosts because they just go straight to hell. Itās basic math.