His whole body hurt like he survived doomsday. Not just physically but emotionally. But he had to get up. He had work to do. He had committed to participate in a Habitat for Humanity project today, an international organization involved in building community houses for the poor. Slowly, he stood up and padded with a limp to the bathroom. He nearly scared himself shitless when he saw his mug in the vanity mirror. He couldn’t recognize his own face due to the cuts and swelling on his left eye and upper lip. Dried blood coated the corners of his lips and the holes of his nose. Nasty shit. “What the fuck are you doing to yourself?” he asked himself aloud. He washed his face carefully. It hurt like the devil to even breathe. There was a loud knocking on his bedroom door. “Cuz, breakfast is ready!”
