catcher01

When I was about 9, I was practicing with the school football team and a pitbull got on to the field. This was during a lean news period and a massive scare was going on about violent dogs. The coach told us all to stay still if it came near us. The others did fine. I shit it and ran. Needless to say it gave chase. Unknown to me, it gave up after about 10 meters. I however could still feel its breathe on the back of my legs and must have ran nearly 200 meters.
I haven't thought about that it years.

I think what I'm trying to get at is that you can't run from a backpack.
I don't analyise myself enough and instead I run. I don't know how to deal with shit.