I'm stoked for this to come in the mail. How sick is that?I wish I had a once a weekly outlet of aggression, like road hockey or indoor soccer or something.
Preferably I'd be in the middle of the pack, not the worst or the best but still a relevant threat. I can't believe how different I've become from Evelyn leaving me and being single as long as I have. I'm fiercely competitive over everything deep down, despite how much I may or may not let on. A refusal to back down in the face of oppression or aggression, something totally new to me. I've always been an instigator and had a mouth, but it feels like now if someone were to start with me I would just finish. I'd like to think so anyways.
At 5'11 I've never considered myself short, but I'm always surrounded by taller and older guys with bigger arms and more money than me. As frustrating as it is, it's almost a way of life. I'm unsure of what anyone actually perceives me as. I guess I'm blending better than I used to.
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