In a day you might poop once, maybe twice, but it ain’t good till the turd time.


When he walked into the gym we would quickly finish up and leave. His intention was to work out but it looked like he was punishing the weights and brutalizing them instead of someone he was mad with. We only dared stick around and eventually speak to him when we saw Blake peeking out of his bag once. Turns out he had more brains than muscle, which was really saying something. 


Time doesn’t feel like it’s flying because every day is excruciating, long and exhausting. Sometimes I look back and can’t believe so many things happened just yesterday. It’s a painful journey, but I’m deliberate about it and enjoying every moment of it.


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