I - with my eyes burning much
more strongly than Robert De
Niro's in "The Taxi Driver" , my
heart not more restless than a
soldier boy facing death on
battleline - started the engine
of the motorcycle I stole . Tension
within myself made me high .
Leading a life filled with rules
is not a bad way . But , to be free ,
to be an outsider - that suits
me , man . I heard footsteps
approaching . " Hell with it ! "
Like a hungry wolf , I climbed
up the wall . I left my motorcycle
and ran away .

”　Ｔｈｅ　Ｎｉｇｈｔ　”