Friday, May 16, 2008
{A Distant Distance}
i juz do not know wat to babble animore. im lost for words in this thick jungle. the people ard me are playin games. its hot outside and im fuming on the inside. im broke and i wanna rob a bank. so ladies out there, if ya had ever wanted to be rollin in the big bucks, now's the time to hook me up. i didnt train much yesterdae either and ma coach's headin back to thailand for a week so once again i gotta wait 2 fuckin damn weeks to hit bag again! but ma toe was aching like fuck last night and i cdnt kick at all. so fuckin pissed so fuckin dissapointed. and i was dutifully humbled to the ground went i took on ma coach for a round of sparring. ma confidence level took a plunge. all the pad-kickin and bag-hittin made me think i was up to any challenge. when i stepped into the ring against the champion, he made mince meat outta me in seconds! haha i mean i was appalled by his mere technique. not to mention, he was effortless in his quest to bring all of us to the canvas. the only consolation was that i didnt meet the floor but i had to withstand a barrage of well-aimed punches and well placed kicks that he happily meted out with a cheeky smile. well wat else cd he say; just kill 'em all and let God sort it out.
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