GOD..
"It is simply that we can all be good boys and wear our letter sweaters around and get our little degrees and find some nice girl to settle, you know, down with... take up what a friend of mine calls the hearty challenges of lawn care... Or we can blaze! Become legends in our own time, strike fear in the heart of mediocre talent everywhere! We can scald dogs, put records out of reach! Make the stands gasp as we blow into an unearthly kick from three hundred yards out! We can become God's own messengers delivering the dreaded scrolls! We can race black Satan himself till he wheezes fiery cinders down the back straightaway... They'll speak our names in hushed tones, 'those guys are animals' they'll say! We can lay it on the line, bust a gut, and show them a clean pair of heels. We can sprint the turn on a spring breeze and feel the winter leave our feet! We can let our demons loose and just wail on! - Quenton Cassidy, Once a Runner E n t e r s o m e t e x t i n h e r e !
a true beast ......
"Quenton Cassidy, sadly now, was starting to tie up halfway down the back straight and all he could think of was: son of a bitch, what has he been doing running from the front? He never does that. Now Cassidy's arms and shoulders getting worse and worse as the orb strains and bounces around inside, trying to hold it all, Cassidy feeling now the process of his form starting to degenerate involuntarily, he wanly remarks to himself that this must be how death is, and look how easy dear god he looks up there. So this is how it is, this is exactly how it is, how he beats you and beats you and beats you."- "and Quenton Cassidy moved out into the second lane, the lane of high hopes, and ran out the rest of the life in him"-OAR E n t e r s o m e t e x t i n h e r e !