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May 29, 2012

Punch That Shit Outta me...


Work's going to be tough, but tough's never the answer... Answer's always in the liberation...”

All this while he had always punched hard, punched as hard as he could.

“One day... One Day...” swinging away he always told himself this...

It had been over a year he threw a punch in the ring... In front of a huge audience as this... A punch without which there was no answer... He had been fighting too hard. Too hard against the snort, too damn hard against the dope... But he knew it wasn't over. It's now or never. He'd puked his life down the drain all this while... But after all the blow, he had tried hard, hard to see himself out here... One last time...

It was time he pulled it together and went out in the ring. Fought like the tiger that he was known as. There wasn't any other way... Not going down, not going down on anyone else's terms, as he'd say.

He had trained hard, he had punched the shit out of the sack, he'd thrown blows that he couldn't possibly ever throw... The hardest ever... Never ever had he looked at his face in the mirror until now... Detesting the time that had gone by and that his sorry ass never came through in the time he whiled away in the darkness of the imperceptible faucets of his crooked little molten pot of a brain.

That was all he had to do... It was the last day of his career, maybe the last match ever.. But that wasn't just the end of it all...

It wasn't until the 6th Round... Wasn't until then he realized, what had happened... There wasn't even a hook that came his way... Cause he had knocked the jesus out of his opponent by the time..

Yet he slipped... like a dog on the porch... sudden seizure... A moment of darkness and it was all over... Slowly as it would seem to the overdosed mind, a figment of his imagination was staring at his soul, numbing him as the last breath passed out of his body without an ache.. Aches that the body was used to for decades...

The last punch... The last punch he spewed his rage against an opponent he had fought all this time... With a grin on his face he told life... 'Punch that shit out of me... Bitch!' Punch that shit out of me...

One Day... One Day indeed...

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