“Toro! Toro!” I yelled as the bull raged at me. Its hard, pointy horns were literally staring at my guts. I provoked it to no end, until I felt its horn piercing my arm, drawing blood like water.

Where do you think you're going?

Toro! Toro!

“Where to today?” the doctor asked, applying cotton. “Barcelona. Tomorrow, it’s France. What do you say, doc?”