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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