A few weeks ago a guy walked into our gym. He was clad in tattered black leather, and even though he was small in stature, he carried a great weight on his shoulders and behind his eyes. The bitter smell of nicotine assaulted me as he came closer.
Here's my third weekly book excerpt. I'm posting them chronologically (imagine that) so this selection is from Chapter 2. This is a relatively short chapter as it is mostly logistics, but I tried to make it interesting and relevant. Enjoy!