Correction: I'm not running, not this time. My feet will be secured firmly by cement, and I will take the abuse courageously. Why the sudden change of heart? Well, I've realized that my eyes see your lips and send signals to my brain to get out of the way (of the oncoming steamrolling). [But my eyes cannot convince me to flee, because my pride has become the armor that surrounds me.] A snippet from the conversation: "wrap this microphone in gold because my words are a priceless treasure, and your mouth is a worthless pleasure." Normally, I'd expect nothing less. I am surely not myself today.
