Monday, November 12, 2012


I’m not ready to die, so set those shovels aside and get those vulchers off my back.  I got a lot of fight left in me.  Life is a struggle, a seemingly never-ending series of struggles, but I won’t break easily.  When I’m broken, I’m sharp to the touch.  The demons that haunt me will return to hell bloodied.  Besides, I can still outrun them.  Black care rarely sits behind a rider whose pace is fast enough, wrote TR.  You can take everything from me, and I know you will.  Yet I’m not going without a fight.  I shall remain defiant.  I shall resist until the very end.