Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Fighting the Fight

"I once told someone I'll fight until my body falls apart," he said tonight.

"It's happening," we said at the same time.

"Stop before you kill yourself," I said.

"I need the money," he said.

"You wanna be rich and dead," I half-asked, half-said.

"Yup," he said.

I sighed.

"And I'll leave all my money for ... the people I don't even have," he said.

"Oysh. Don't make me so sad for you," I said, and punched out the next combo.

1 comment:

the sabra said...

The way he worded it was much sadder and more poignant, wish I could remember the exact words he used.