October 31, 2012 by cieramilo
Milestones. They literally are distance markers in travel. They mark the beginning or the ending of something in life, maturity.
Today, I had my first bloody nose. It felt good actually. Not the part where I walked into this chick’s cross with the left side of my face. But the fact that I could take it. I was unfazed until I tasted the iron. Next step: black eye. I’ll try to avoid the broken ribs part all together. Not that committed yet.