NEW REALIZATION… I DON’T *NEED* MORE GOOD FRIENDS, OR EVEN FRIENDS FOR THAT MATTER. I NEED A GOOD COMPANION. AND, I HATE SAYING IT, BECAUSE IT’S QUITE RUDE, BUT IT’S QUITE TRUE. MORE TO COME…

NEW BOUT PHOTOS.
http://www.gothamgirlsrollerderby.com/photos/Nina-Rich

A LINE ACROSS THE FACE. A STRIKE AGAINST THE FACADE. A BLOW TO THE INNER STRUCTURE. A HOLD ON THE BREATHING APPARATUS.

THAT WAS MY NIGHT, IN POETRY. I ONLY WISH THE HOLD WAS STRONGER. TO ALLEVIATE THE PAIN WITHIN. ALLOW IT TO SUFFOCATE AND ESCAPE. TO BREATHE NO MORE.

CIRCLES CONSTANTLY CONSUMING, CONQUER AND DEVOUR.

IT’S HOT. IT’S HUMID. ON AND OFF THE RINK. WE HAD OUR FIRST REALLY INTENSE REAL FIGHT LAST NIGHT. A PLAYER VS. A REFEREE. IT WAS A BAD SCENE. WITH OVER THIRTY PLAYERS THERE, AND SEVERAL OF THEM NEW, IT WASN’T A GOOD SCENE. KIND OF SCARY. AND I FEEL BAD I REACTED SO SLOWLY, I GUESS I JUST HOPED IT WASN’T REALLY HAPPENING, AND WOULD STOP. PLUS, I THINK A FEW OTHERS THOUGHT IT WAS IN JEST TOO. IT WASN’T.