"Johnno" - insta-yarn

After every fight, Johnno would come up, carrying a pack filled with 2 Minute Noodles and biltong. Here, on the houseboat, it was like being in the MMA cage - the focus of aloneness, the constant unresolved - but without the distraction of the "ground and pound" and knees to the liver. He'd put the Tiger Balm on all that swelled, inhale deeply of it, and then hold his breath. 'Til there was nothing but his temples pulsing and tapping. Tapping to the lapping of the current on the side of the boat, and not tapping out.