Here is something short for you to read.

[thejakechord]

My recollection of the moments just after the attack comes to me now in flashes, like fleeting peeps of light through an almost opaque filter. I guess that filter is basically my brain’s way of screening me from the things it doesn’t really think mattered to my survival. Coming down from the mountain seemed to happen in real time, and I can

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[prisner_of_2day]

Fuck. Note to self: never have a photo shoot in the vicinity of a mountain lion. My face kind of hurts after reading this.

Nicely done sir.