Just a tip-off, this is a long narrative but may be worth your time. Carry on.

Thursday. Holy Thursday to be exact. Three weeks ago. I woke up to muscle pains that was crippling me to reach my phone or clutch the door knob or hold the sporks. Despite passing some hours idle at the wakeboard park insisting how my arms were too lame to go on resisting ropes that pulled my meat, I stood up painfully from the ground recalling how it all happened the day before. I just couldn’t imagine how Quentin must have felt. He was the one who pulled the cables all day. He was stellar! Such a monster!