and the cool breeze that comes through begins to ease the heat stroke I've nearly suffered, it all seems worth it.
It is worth it.
Yes, I have sausage fingers from the pooling blood.
Yes, I have released nearly a gallon of sweat, all of which the back of my shirt has collected.
Yes, I have muttered a string of words that would make my mother cringe throughout the loop.
Yes, I am covered in a fine layer of dust.
Yes, my face is bright red & I'm wearing a LoJack hat because that's all my stepdad had & this new haircut has my hair all up in my face otherwise.
|Helllooo! (Creepy shadow hand attacking me. Who's got photography skills? I do! I do!)|
And I feel damn good.