Ow ow ow. That burning lead in my stomach is back.
Clench up. Sit it through.
Oh, how much longer?!
It follows me into my sleep, and joins me at the other side. It waits in the light at the other end of the tunnel with its traincrash grin.
See this through, just a bit longer.
Living yard by yard now. Foot by foot. Inch by inch. Mathematically if this pattern keeps up, the end result will be negligible.
Oh, but it seeps through the fingers! It hurts.
But you gotta take it like a man. You gotta take it like society's man. That man that lets not even a grimace pass onto his rock-hard face.
And I'll take it like a man.
I'll see this one through.
I'll eat that hot lead. Eat it for breakfast.
Shit lightning.
Heh, society's man.
This is the land of the living.
Let's see if I can.
