Postcards from the edge

Postcards from the edge
Tales of (mis)adventure from abroad

Don't Get Mad

Don’t Get Mad

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My bones being crushed felt like a car crash resonating inside my own skull. My opponent’s shoe had just struck me in the nose, full force. I never saw it coming. I was angry. I never get angry. How could I have let it happen? A split second of inattention? Not the time to think about this. The referee sent us back to our respective corners; I needed to convince him I could continue. All I wanted was to get back in the ring. Yes, I’m ok. I’m ok. Get me in. I’m in. Time to get even, let’s dance.


There are 2 comments.

  1. comment number 1 by: Marc Antoine Kelertas


  2. comment number 2 by: Ryan

    A worth while experience.

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