Come on now. Really? It’s been three years since you initially screwed me over. I really do not enjoy pain every time I walk, falling down stairs when you give out, and I am especially upset that you started being a beezy right before Ultimate tryouts. I’ll never forget when the physical therapist said, “To be honest, you’ll have this problem the rest of your life.”
But I’m a believer in fixing things. You and I have a beef, yes? Let’s make something with that beef. No use just hating each other. Let’s work it out. I’m going to lift the shiznat out of you. Squats, lifts, deep tissue massages, the whole shebang - except this time we won’t be lifting weights. We’ll be lifting mountains. Because I am going to prove that I can defeat you and your scar tissue. Grrrr.
Alright, so here’s to working things out - literally and figuratively.
P.s. Yoooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu sonofabitch
