I have ventured forth into the darkness once more.
The smell of sulfur burns the back of my throat. The oppressive heat melts the rubber soles of my trainers, every step feels like I'm mucking through pools of mud and grease. The sun is hidden behind noxious clouds, but its blinding light still finds a way through the toxic mist all around me; I can barely see, even covering my eyes with my hands and my arms.
It hurts to breathe. To move. To live.
It hurts.
This must how the Memphis Grizzlies feel while getting their asses handed to them by the OKC Thunder. Rest in Pieces, Taylor Jenkins, you did what you could and they didn't want you. Now, look where they end up. In Hell.