I’m a glutton for punishment so I sometimes stare at the sun. Not for too long. Just long enough to get spots in my eyes. I like to blink them away. It makes me feel alive. If I can stare at the sun, I can do anything. It’s empowering. It’s motivating. It’s starting to burn my retinas. Maybe it’s not a good idea to stare directly at the sun. I remember being 9 or 10 years old and watching a hawk with binoculars. That fucker flew in front of the sun. That shit still hurts. I think he did it intentionally.
Critically Rated at 10/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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