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Picture this. It’s Friday night, you have a full tank of gas, and your best friend drags you to a meet. Next thing you know, you see your boyfriend shoving his tongue down some random bitch’s throat. Hell no. All you see is red. Then you see Zen, gone before you can process anything or anyone else. Your best friend drags you away, saving your ass from a felony and a weekend stuck in a jail cell. You take off, the bike doing most of the driving. Next thing you know, you’re at your spot. The overlook that has gotten you through the worst points in your life. The air is different. Contaminated by a presence that is unmistakably Zen Kingston.