Riding through the raindrenched dirt on a BMX bike. A boy in the big ones land singing Blues and Vampiresongs. Sometimes I want to feel like the hero I was going to be, with red underpants and pot-lid shield, flying the kind dragon Puff. I remember me and Jonas, two boys looking through a porno magazine. I had a guility consciense altough I didn't understand that naked thing. I'm back in the basement under Charlies with Eric, Marcus, Per and me. Memories when I could sail the childhood seas comes flooding over me.