John Woo'd Me
My arms are burning, but I can't stop now. 10, 9, 8, 7... Lactic acid courses through my muscles. Sweat drips from my forehead. The sound of gunfire and explosions fills the room. Time is running out. The clock is ticking down. 6, 5, 4..... I'm exhausted, but I push through the pain. 3... I grit my teeth. 2... I'm going to make it. 1. The microwave dings just as my arms give out. I did it. A new bench press PR. And my frozen burrito is ready. What? Did you think I was saving the world or somethi
Lucas.: The guy who hates Megalopolis owns the box set of Showgirls...