How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
New gloves, new hand wrap. This time no junk replacements. What I have now is the real deal... and they served me well. Decked my opponent, rocked my punching bag and made dents... owned my car interior with a single punch. Yikes.
Nothing that belonged to it exists any more. He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.
