Back in Condesa (rematch) Same hotel. Same room. Same bed. Last time, I cracked. Mushrooms. Midnight. Mirror. Screaming, swinging at myself. You coward. I won, but didn’t feel it. Braced for war at 4:07, searching for threats that weren’t there. You should be sleeping like a motherfucking tiger— full belly, heavy limbs, no care in […]
