Older....harder.
at the sound of a gun life begins. I run As fast as I can and try to maintain speed. eventualy you run out of breath. a ran for 3 years and didn't knwo what the fuck i was doing. No training what so ever btu i guess it's down to older wiser, and experience. I wont lie I do miss it sometimes when i think about it but maybe noone was realy into it. I don't know people like me are simply a fucked up sub-species. everything amounting to know has effected me to the point that now that im starting fresh and new im still cautious but still not trying to be aware or try at all. My best guess maybe i have a high metal dose in my body or I realy am damaged goods, spoiling and rotting. None-the-less having more time to think than normal is poison and thought provoking. don't over analize and get lost like me. trapped in my own cynical abstract.