BMX Icarus

“In every youth’s life there is a rebel who comes in and steals your heart with no regard as to the fact that you need that heart and that you’ve grown quite attached, thank you very much. Mine was a BMX bad boy called Adam (his name was not actually Adam, but whether because age or the natural fading of memory I can’t remember his name. Just know that he was white and middle class and so Adam is a perfectly suitable and altogether plausible name.) I always imagine he tasted like Pop-Rocks; all sweetness and firecrackers wrapped in a late-90s bowl cut all five members of the Backstreet Boys would have been jealous of.” – BMX Icarus, Heather Ayres