"I ran. I ran until the muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid.
Then I ran some more."
I'm giving myself a homework assignment. Ride until I puke.
Platte. Wednesday night.
I want to breathe smoke.
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3 comments:
I want to see people crushing grain in the carpool lanes.
...now self destruction....
I thought I was going to puke last night, but I held it down. I drank a lot of high life.
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