Thunderstruck

I had an explosive workout at the gym today while listening to AC/DC. I imagined I was Bon Scott, Brian Johnson and Angus Young all rolled into one. It got me all fired up and I started to realize the importance of drugs in the creation of rock’n’roll.
I feel a little self-conscious enjoying something that used to fuel my 14-year-old temperament, but hey, it’s like that moment when you’re thrusting into your girl savagely. You can suddenly get self-conscious and mutter an apologetic sigh, or you can swell up like an animal and roll with it.