Then I realize…
Then I realized why I never fought back. I had nothing to fight for. My fist no longer had that burning sensation. I would take the hits and smile, laughing at the lack of strength of my opponents. Why? To show off. I would never break down physically.
Right now, it isn’t my fists that are burning. It’s my head, and it’s making my hands itch. Once you let go, I’m taking him to hell.