I am not afraid, I took those words to the grave. I had my coffin standing upright and my fists frozen like I was ready to fight. I was taking losses and always moving forward. I cussed when I took hits, spit on my opponent and hear could hear my hiss. I was an animal and willing to drag anyone to the depths of my soul.
I left the silly notion that I was in control and I kept pushing forward, saliva and all. I am a little worse for wear but I am still here and glad to see that you are with me. I dont think I could have made it this far without you. I consider our bond glue and our walk in the same shoes.
But I am not afraid.