Why We Stay In The Game

well seein right now that im out of the sport i can finally see why i did what i did, why i got up at 4 am when i had trouble gettin up at 7 for school, or when i hated workin on a car but loved to stitch up a dog in a heartbeat, come home covered in blood, muddy, soaked to the bone or just plum tired only to get up and do it again the next day.

i see it as my heritage almost, i was born with a gun in my hand, seriously.... it was a family outtin we would do for 4th of july and thanksgiving, its my addiction but it keeps my sanity, its like that hot donut you just saw being made and knowin that "thats my donut", and that first bite into it would be the best