boxing

And, I’m boxing.

I had to get organized in my head because my opponent was life. Life wasn’t my opponent. Life was in me, itself. I was in me, itself. See I can’t get in my head.

I’m not gonna talk about this because people don’t understand this. People don’t understand the things you talk about. When you write on the internet, people don’t understand except through the lens they see. I’m sorry. I get a little confused sometimes.

I’ve been hit in the head quite a few times, but one time I hit this guy in the head so hard he couldn’t see straight for ten days. I know because he was in the hospital for so long. My girl wants to see what I’m like tipsy. I’m not that tipsy normally, but sometimes I get tipsy.

I think if I had a boxing ring, I’d name it after me, King. King. That’s my name. I like it. My mother and father gave it to me. They were from the Bronx, but they’re long dead. We don’t have to talk about them.

So I had to get organized, and I started writing down all my dreams and goals for the summer. It was important because the summer was big time boxing season. You don’t even know how many boxers come out. It’s treacherous.

I try to wade around with boxers because I want to be around boxers. It’s good to wade with your peers, like writers wade with other writers. Or, do they.

I don’t know. I’d rather wade with a boxer than a writer. I just had so many hugs from my honey this day that I’m beaming. I don’t usually say beaming over the sun.

It’s fine. I’ll correct you later.