I used to love running to cadence. It made me feel like a man to be running in a pack of intense, violent beings who look out for each other. If I had grown up in East Harlem, I wonder if I would have joined a gang.

I just did a quick search. This brings back some of the most intense memories:

It makes me want to do some PT.

Having one of those days. How many lives have I really had, and which one am I in right now.