The random, incoherent misspellings of a raving wannabe lunatic. All content is either patently offensive or brutally honest in all its assumptions and bases. Usually both... Welcome to the asylum...
Saturday, August 3, 2013
I stopped at 6.74 miles and at 8.57 miles; I absolutely could not go any further at those two points. I'm not sure what hitting 'the wall' feels like, but I'm pretty sure I smashed into it. Today, I was not the windshield. I was the bug.