i was a fast kid, i was always running, i was a skinny kid afraid of bullies, everybody was a bully, except for the skinny weaklings like me, but i could run like a bastard, i beat hell out of everybody by running, they ate my dust, man, i even ran in dreams, but that was hell, too, i could not stop, then i hurt myself running and i was realized all the runners look so miserable and angry and i got angry, i said what the fuck am i running for, and i stopped running, now i smile while the runners grimace, they look so funny. it's so hard to stop, even when you are hurt.