How to say,

I’m still stuck on this demolition derby.

It was a strange and savage event. I found myself filled with the bloodlust of sheer competitive destruction. I would like to say that it overwhelmed me from the outside, but the reality is that my personality is apparently built on top of some sort of volcano of brutality that loves to watch cars burn.

There was no sex in this violence. It was pure. Even football has cheerleaders … even boxing has the bikini girls. This had nothing of the sort. There was violence, beer, and pizza.

My friends who entered the competition went back home and got into a roman candle fight at a range of about five feet. I’m sort of glad that I skipped it.