“Yikes, Holla. That’s a bruise.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Have you taken a picture of it yet?”
“No.”
“You need to. And put it on the Internet and tell people to come to the bout.”
“Okay.”
Right now I’m staring at my uniform which is hanging from the doorway to my kitchen. My gear is by my side, brand new helmet already scratched in the places where it saved me from harm. And I’m stoked. Continue reading