Checkin' in
So at the young age of 38, I'm thinking I might be showing signs of the impending midlife crisis. Why? Glad you asked. Because I more or less ran off to join the circus. I signed up for wrestling school. Oh no, not the amateur stuff boys and girls, but Pro Wrestling. I've learned to take back bumps, face bumps (kinda scary to see the mat coming at your face), and butt bumps (landing in a sitting position is just awkward). I have several bruises and handprints on my chest where fellow classmates have chopped the crap out of me (although, admittedly, I kinda enjoy the chops...I know, I have issues). Tonight, I had my in-ring debut. I'm an evil henchman to one of the actual wrestlers. Which is fine as that's all I really wanted anyway--I do have enough sense to not do the truly grueling stuff. I even got to help jump one the good guys (they're called faces, btw, whereas I would be known as a heel). If I can get my hands on some pics, I'll post 'em for ya. Of course, now that the ol' midlife crisis ball has apparently started to roll, I guess this means I need to start saving money so I can get that super expensive sports car that shows folks that I'm still verile. Oh and I suppose I'll have to skip the starter wife and go straight to the trophy wife. On second thought, maybe I'll just lying about my age -- this getting old stuff is starting to sound like a too much work. |
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