I couldn't breathe. It wasn't that I was being choked, or that I had a heavy weight on my chest. It was the air. It was heavy and stale. Similar to a port authority bus station. It seemed like the place didn't have a single window, there was no circulation.

I need to be able to breathe deep, full breaths in order to function. I had gotten used to breathing into the pit of my stomach through my nose, feeling the cool air circulate through my lungs...These deep breaths sustained me.

Surrounded by support. Impossible to fail.

Steven seagul drinking games.

Everytime seagal slaps someone you take a drink. Note, a slap can be on the face or back of the head. Clothslines and palm strikes do not count. Slapping children and animals counts.

Every time someone compliments seagal you take a drink. Direct compliments and indirect compliments count. Seagal telling stories of his own exploits count as well.