Go on, hit me.
Staggering a bit. Like there was concrete in his glove when he hit me across the brow. POW! Across the jaw, I stumble but don't fall. What's keeping me up? What's keeping me going? How do I fight something as big as this? It's unstoppable, a force I can't contend with. Nothing I do brings it harm, nothing but the determination to keep standing there. It hesitates at my ability to stand. My desire to stand. But am I doing the right thing? Should I continue on with this, and do it this way? Or should I just hit the mat, call for the towel, or step out? Why does life have to carry such a mean right hook? Here's my cry for Adrian. For the honor.