Of all the stories I’ve done, this is the one that still gets to me on the trail. Really? Other day I’m riding this corridor in Boulder with a tall fence on one side, a concrete wall on the other, so: no exits. It goes about . . . three quarters of a mile. I’m cruising along, no hands, when I suddenly feel not alone. I sneak a look behind. Sure enough, there’s a guy on an older bike, a bag tied to it, and he’s the kind of close that says I looked back right when …

this ‘breakdancing in a straitjacket’ he’s talking about via Terrance Hayes is a much better way of saying what I’m always trying to say—also with dancing: give me a whole warehouse to do my dance, you’ll get bored, but masking-tape off a little square, make me do my dance in those conf

is the author of 22 or 23 books, 250+ stories, and all this stuff here. He lives in Boulder, Colorado, and has a few broken-down old trucks, one PhD, and way too many boots