I’m asking him to change his ways…

Sick to my stomach I reach for a bottle of water. My insides are so empty I can feel the icy refreshment in the deepest parts of my insides. “More!” my body screams and I answer. Chug, chug, gulp, gulp. I cannot consume the water fast enough. It tastes so good once it touches my dry, cracked lips.

Now I’m sweating. Sweating so profusely I appear to be a soaked sponge being squeezed. Water pools around me salty, disgusting, dirty. My breath is hot, my legs are tired as I press, press, press. I’ve gone 3 miles but I am still in the same place.

My breakfast of vitamins and a protein shake threaten to revisit me. I breathe through my nose and swallow to choke back the urge to let it go.  I just want to let it all go…


By Evan Stark

Eddie Renz is an avid fan of Egyptology, Wilbur Smith and bacon. Not a fan of humility but often finds himself humbled when he is around people who understand numbers like the Fibonacci sequence and Pi.

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