i feel like death warmed over.
please refer back to my monday post to understand why i am now curled up in a ball on my bed white as a ghost head spinning pathetically typing with one finger while L goes to get me a gatorade.
i was taught by a guy is a tshirt flecked with blood form a fight id watched him finish just minutes before starting my little lesson.
the other guys, he informed me, before teaching me how to wrap my hands.
am i going back? most likely. it was fun as hell.
assuming i ever get out of bed.
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