crimony! i slept twelve hours last night. or damn near. i dunno, maybe it was ten. i’m not real sore from last night, but i’m all blisters.
i don’t know how i got to be so complacent in recent years. i used to push myself to the limits all the time- my mind, my consciousness, my body… well, not as much my body, but i used to be the fastest motherfucker in the universe when i was a kid. a regular Speedy Gonzales, although most people wouldn’t know what even means, since he’s been banned from TeeVee for being an entertaining Mexican hero and victor who just so happens to fit a certain “type”. anyways, whenever i’d race some hotshot for the first time, i always used to thrill to the sound of them stopping dead in their tracks behind me, muttering “what the fuck?” as i tore through the wind like a mad bolt of lightning. let me tell you, i was fast. asthma and smoking tried to kill it, but i still got some fire left.
i’m mobile!
