Gutsy

Gutsy. 

I used to work early morning shifts. Basically, middle of the night shifts. I would get up at 2:30 and walk an hour to work cross town in the street light. One night, I had this feeling deep inside. This urge to vent. There was no one to talk to. So I spilled my guts like a bear in the woods. Discarded muddy socks for the clean up. Feet were bare at work that day.