I got out of the truck to enter the mansion, feeling the weight of everything that has happened so far tonight on my shoulders. It's not so much because of the hand-to-hand combat I had with my brother in that ring until we both collapsed, breathless, without strength.
That has nothing to do with the weight I feel, although it's not like I don't feel the aftermath of that fight in my body. My ribs hurt, my fists from having hit so much. My neck also hurts, and I can bet that I am a reflection of how my best friend feels.
He was already dealing with the aftermath of a fight. A m******e, rather. I bet he feels worse than I do, but the good thing about all this is that we talked.
We talked about all the s**t that's happening around us. Between punches, right hooks, roars, and brute force,
