Wiping my face with my towel, I find myself looking in the mirror at the scar over my right eye.

 

I quickly take care of “business”, and then wash my hands and splash some water on my face. Wiping my face with my towel, I find myself looking in the mirror at the scar over my right eye. I reach up and touch it with my right fore-finger. In a low voice to the man in the mirror, “Bwana K, I hope you can pull this off without any more scars, or worse. It’s one thing to endanger yourself, it’s another to purposely pull two of your friends into this. You better get your shit together, it’s game time.” Answering myself, “I know. I know. I can do this.”

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