Chapter 9The intensive fortnight of detoxification by running and exercising did everything in its power to remind Gabriel Bronson that it was most unwise to be an asshole toward one’s own organism. Distances he used to conquer with ease now brought him to a state of exhaustion bordering on unconsciousness. His whole body was heavy, despite him not being fat – quite contrary, he was hollow. He felt the burden of his bare bones, saw holes where there were once muscles, realizing how he was still far from returning to the state in which he didn’t find himself physically repulsive. The fast metabolism inherited from his dear father gave him a key edge in fending off the onslaught of growing old, sitting too much and eating junk food, but this gift was also slowly beginning to fade.
Sobriety
