Trick
I'm so f*****g raw after I've explained to her what originally got me in trouble, but I know I owe her the rest. “It's nothing like what happened the first time," I run a hand under my nose. I can blame the cold on my nose running, but truthfully I get emotional when I talk about what I did. Nobody can ever punish me as much as I've punished myself.
“Thank God," she whispers, as she squeezes my hand.
“I run, every other day, it helps me keep my moods stable. If I'm pissed, sad, lonely, whatever, I either hop on the bike or run, but running helps more. This asshole down the street who runs the junkyard got a dog a few months ago. The prettiest little fawn Pitbull I've ever seen in my life. He had her tied up, and was feeding her raw meat, and all the s**t dickheads seem to think th
