THREE // NIHIL 'NEVADA' ROACH

destiny? i spit in the face of destiny.

i live life one step at a time. what good did dwelling on the past ever do for me? (sometimes i still feel the phantom swell of smuggler's pouches in my throat or between my thighs). sometimes i have nightmares. sometimes i wake up and wish i hadn't ever found this band of renegades, ever followed their truck, ever been curious about where these new drugs were coming from, ever trusted my friends, ever trusted my parents, ever loved my parents, ever loved myself. (sometimes i wake up and wish i hadn't woken up).

a step at a time - that's the only way to get through this life. one heavy boot in front of the other, kicking up the dust into my enemies' faces. head held high - pushing my scarecrow hair away and looking my future full in the face. raise my fists. deep breath. in this world, you learn you have to fight for what you believe in, or you can never have it. so i fight.

odair