"AWWWWWWWWW youuuuuuuuuuu muthaaaaaaaaa fuckaaaaaaaaa....you shot me in the ass!!!" - Alonzo (Training Day)
So now I have some time on my hands. Not voluntarily but more like a mini vacation at the job. Well needed but not wanted. I find myself blogging and writing poems out the ass. Just know that I'm not bringing shit to the mike get me? Although I am happy that I can create more, I am not too good with not getting paid awhile. Just fucking ridiculous.
I got into a fight over the weekend...nothing too big or small, just enough to make my damn hand hurt a few days. Damn younguns trying to be all tough at a damn red light. It's not like I didn't pull off on him, it was the whole follow until you stop deal that pushed me over the edge. I ain't calling no cops to say I'm being chased by some overzealous 18 year old with no hair on his nuts. Still yet though, I wonder if his eye socket really is cracked. Someone should've told him that high kicks don't work in the street unless they are well timed and it's broad daylight. After all, when you miss, you miss big....and well he got a front row seat to the show. Just wasn't awake long enough to watch it.
With that said, I received a text from my man Jean who is training in MMA and has an Octogon in his gym...word at the job is that someone whom I have a beef with wants to settle our differences there. 5 rounds 5 minutes. (Standard UFC title rules). On some real shit. I'm up to it. Been wanting to square up and settle shit with this guy on the street, yet it's here where I am somewhat disciplined. It is here that I know how to fight more with my head than my strength and quickness because there are rules and a ref. With all of the bullshit aside, I would have muhfuckas pay money to see this. Especially the ones at work, because they know that there is alot of tension there and what better way to release it than this.
I have to train, back to the dungeon and the program. I ain't gonna lose, no way. I am going to fight though, and yeah, I want to end this shit in one round due to knockout. I love submissions, I LOVE THEM. Yet, my left is fucking sick and I know he don't know how good I can strike. Can't wait bitch. Set it up and I'm gonna knock him down. Fuck it.
I got one month and alot of shit to settle. Get your fucking datebook ready. Someone's not coming to work the next day.
TBaby* you think I could get some of that blue stuff to settle the stomach as I work out? I tried to find it at the Grocery store but to no avail. I would like to use it for training, long as it don't clean out my colon. I eat too jacked up for even more shit to complicate shit. Dig me? Oh yeah, last week was off the chain, I didn't forget what we talked about and it rides with me to this day. For real.
I'll end it here. Gotta go train. King Kong ain't got nothin' on me.
The SoD
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2 comments:
good luck and do the damn thing, on all fronts. i cant front, i am a little worried, but you know, i know you can take care of yourself.
I will get you some of the drink, nope don't worry about your stomach because it is gentle on it especially with my stomach issues it is perfect. How could I ever forget about that talk it was very important I appreciated it 150% don't forget that.
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