When I was in grade 2, 8 years old, perrenially dirty and greasy, we always played games. In the parking lot, whether it be touch-taya (tag) or raber-pulis (cops and robbers), I would always give it a full measure of love and devotion.
I'm an passionate runner. I don't think that's bad.
So today I emerge from my kindle, having spent the most of last the month stuck reading about Pendergast.
When I was a kid, I always smelled of two things: the dried sweat you get after countless hours of playing under the Manila sun and, two, dried dog saliva.