It's a minute from 6 a.m. I'm drunk, and having trouble typing (but still have the persistence to correct myself!) and I want to run. I want to run, run, I want to run so fast my arms can't catch up, I want to run so hard my sides hurt and cramp, I want to run so long I see the sunrise. Where are you supposed to run like this at 6 am in the city? You can't run down the streets like that...no, they are dangerous around these parts, and made for joggers, anyhow.
I feel like such a prisoner.
I feel like such a prisoner.