Shedding Skin by Evan "OX" Centopani

Shedding Skin by Ox Fuck me. It's Sunday morning in Vegas. My head is pounding so hard I swear I can feel my eyes beating with each pulse. The air in here is dry, the air is cranking but nothing is cooling my skin. I'm gonna get up on outta bed in a minute but just remembered how I almost fell on my ass after getting up too quickly during the night to take a leak. And that reminds me; I haven't taken a shit in 3 days. Is this what I'm gonna do when I'm elderly; wonder when the next time is gonna be that I take a shit? My skin looks like the skin you see on the hand of a 90 year old. Thin, scaly, transparent; it almost looks like a piece of backlit fabric. It might not be pretty but I don't imagine it hurts. Mine on the other hand feels like it's gonna fall off my body. Looking at these sheets I'd say a good bit of has already come off. Damn it burns. It feels like it's cracking and stretching like when you bust your knuckles; scabs form and when you go to make a fist the scabs stretch and your skin cracks. Damn, I'd like to take a shower and try and scrub some of this shit off. Nothing sounds better than a nice cool shower right about now. But I know better that to try and scrub it off; do that and my skin is gonna be left even drier. I wonder if it's the alcohol in the tanning products that dries out the skin so bad. Maybe it's from the water depletion. Speaking of water and sodium depletion, you can bet there's about to be a rush of fluid retention coming on. With all the water that's gonna soon be sitting under my skin it would be nice if some of it would at least help hydrate the skin and make this feeling go away. Never works like that though. I wonder if it's the oncoming water retention that causes the skin to stretch and the skin to feel like its cracking. Alright I can't lay in bed all day; time to get my ass up. Damn, for 9am this hotel room is pitch black. Lights on and it looks like a bomb went off in here. Woof. The sheets are varying shades of red, brown and black from all the tanning product; I keep telling myself to bring a set of old sheets from home for situations like this because I'm definitely gonna get charged for wrecking the place. Alright, to the bathroom. What a slob I am; I'm stepping on pieces of rice cakes. Oh good, no “cankles” yet. Dirty Tupperware, tanning stained clothes, yellow post it notes detailing how much water I drank, my carbohydrate intake, my bodyweight and all that happy shit 20 times a day for the last 3 days. It looks like a damn pig sty. It doesn't smell much better either. Damn. Look at this bathroom. There's the empty box from the microwave I snuck in here. The maids who are gonna clean this room must think to themselves "Really? A microwave? This person really needed a damn microwave" Then again, maybe they'll be happy to find a microwave that's hardly been used. Either way, I can't leave the rest of this place looking like this. The toilet seat looks like it took half of my tan with it. The shower curtain doesn't look much better. There's some dried up rice in the sink and the comforter and blankets from the bed are in the corner of the bathroom along with the coffee maker. At least they aren’t covered in tan. I do try to not make a total mess of everything. Time to give this place a good douching. I spend the next hour throwing stuff out, scrubbing and wiping and pickup up and washing away and dumping down the drain and flushing down the toilet and putting out in the hallway everything I can possibly get rid of. It's done. The show is over. Most of the stuff I came with I no longer need. The Tupperware, the food, the post it notes, the rice cakes, the tan, the microwave, the posing trunks, the CD with my routine music on it, the food scale and I could probably take up the rest of this page with the rest of the list. Man it feels good to get rid of all this stuff. I had two overweight suitcases on the way here and I could probably go home with one if I could fit one inside of the other. The hell with it, I'm taking a shower. Out of everything I just got rid of, the one thing I can't wait to shed is this layer of skin. No matter what show I've competed in and regardless of how I placed, the best part of any show is when it's all over and I can wash away the show, shed my skin and fill my head with thoughts of what's next.    Evan has a way to tell you a story. It's funny but serious about how he feels on this. Just ride this & let me know how you feel.