OK, here's my story.

I used to be a fighter.

My best friends were Bob and Weave.

That's a joke.

Oh, I hit some guys good and knocked others out, but the belt I wanted was invisible.

I got hit back so many times from so many angles that one day I decided it was better to sit ringside, instead of on the ring, inside.

That's another joke.

So, I'm sitting ringside and I still get plugged – every day.

That's when I realized my opponents lived in me.

So I decided to become a manager. And my first and only clients would be the opponents in me.

They were already trained to aim real good and had strength, enough to stop a locomotive at top speed. The best part was they had no allegiance. What I mean is, I could tell them to fight X or Y instead of me, and they listened.

That reminds me of another joke: I don't call her my "Ex," I call her my "Y?"

So, anyway, now I got a team: Me and Me - like that French name: Me-Me.

And I hold Me-tings. I ask Me: what's going on; is it time to move in, jab, take a swing, or dance away? And I feed Me the right stuff: no more anger, fear, despair shit...and they don't hit me no more!

These days I'm getting ready to get back into the ring. The belt is becoming visible.