I can't feel the bullets in my body when I jump, but there is always a breath of dust for me there.

A few days ago, I ran into a huge scorpion, much larger than I was; it gave me a dissecting gaze and somethin' that looked like food. I kept going without the why in mind, without fear... Minutes later, a smell of boiled poison came from my kitchen... and there was me with a whole in my brain... the eye in danger... unworthy to live.