Waiting for the Beast

It was these guys eyes that turned the moment of waiting for the Torros gun shot to sound from a exciting curiosity to a wholly fuck what am I doing in here feeling. As I looked around at newly bought running shoes and wide open edgy eyes patrolling the run way. The fence covered and blocked with locals shouting at me and polica smelling my breath for alcohol. I didn't sleep on a bit of cardboard all night to turn around so I waited for the gun to sound and my Adrenalin carried me the rest of the way.