ZI:KILL - Oh Angel

There was a point in time where I enjoyed to fight. I thought and felt that fighting was everything. The end all be all so to speak. I practiced for hours to be good at it. To be able to observe someone and beat them. I spent hours running barefoot on the highway, picking and punching palm trees, deadening nerve endings to feel less pain, kicking, punching, grappling, and so on. I recall a time