House of Pain
From the memory bin.
My heart pounded, the taste of blood filled my mouth, sheets of sweat fell from my face. I got up again and started laying into it with everything I had like I was trying to shatter an oak with my arms and legs.
I took a long drive to see a friend recently. Not sure if it was a combination of little sleep and white line fever, that altered mental state …
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