the fight is still on.
I may be backed into a corner but I'm
snarling in the dark.
what's left?
the redemption and the glory.
the last march of summer.
try to put me in a walker now and I'll
kick your ass!
meanwhile, here's another cold one,
and another.
it will be a while before I
see you at the finish line,
sucker.

Charles Bukowski - Fencing With The Shadows from The Flash of Lightning Behind The Mountain