“Yup. It was fucking hard at first, trying to keep up with everyone else and not showing one ounce of weakness. I didn’t tell anyone about my handicap, but I didn’t have to—everyone already knew the minute it happened. But I swore I would never take special treatment, and the guys never gave it to me. I worked my ass off; most days I came home with a bloody and swollen leg, but I kept pushing forward. If I was going to live this life, I was going to make something of myself.” I shrug. “I might be just a landlord—”
