My brother used to kick me out of bed onto a hard wooden floor. And bang me on the head with his fist hundreds of times. Until it didn't hurt anymore but it actually tickled. Then he stopped doing that.
But hear I am
Able to type my life, and take more fucking pain then the human body was DESIGNED to take. Eight hours for prostate cancer surgery is unheard of.
But hear I am, with emergency exploded appendix surgery after that.
I'm here and going to stay here, to see the fall of this world and the new one be installed.
That's how I feel.