My luck has not yet run out. I assumed that bottle was already empty. Good thing it wasn't.
Somewhere I heard that sometimes it's not too much to risk your skin to appreciate life more, but how long does that feeling last? One day you're up in the ring taking bare-knuckle blows and feeling your nose being broken by a knee. Another day you're having a knife inserted in the center of your spine. And another day you're gut on the pavement. And yet you're still happy because you're not dead, you're still facing forward without fear.
Flaca, I'm ready for you, you know that, I don't regret anything, maybe another time. In the meantime, wait for me. The longer my absence the more affectionate our meeting will be.
Photography by Ludwig van Borkum
