So I'm over here watching Kurt Angle being a menace in TNA. I'm talking so zooted and booted, mans not feeling anything but vibrations of the ringmat. And it dawned on me, that we all been there where despite the pain you may be feeling, you are numbed to the point of giving a 1000 percent.For instance:
In 2007 going into 08, I was a legit machine. Working, going to college, and doing intern work. I'm talking about no days off (always was needed on my days off at my gig because shyt). Despite the fact that I was hurting from Crohn's (which later I ended up with better treatments by the grace of God and science). But somehow I managed to fight through the flare ups with steroids and so forth. Even though I was a workaholic like Kurt was a beast with a 99 rating on Smackdown Vs Raw games, the reality that I was alienating myself from the girl I was with at the time, a serial cheater, and on the brink of collapse because I did not know where to go beyond work.
You ever had a moment where you go:
Yet at the end of it all, it wasn't worth it but holy shyt "the bean kicked in".






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