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Early in the morning I went outside for a little exercise. I ran into someone I know. His name shall remain unknown. Long story short, he hates me and we fight. I pound his face into the cement and walk away.This happened yesterday.

Later that day one of my best friends, named Cameo Hamilton, called my cell phone and was like "Come on Downtown, all of us are here. It'll be fun." Now, I just agreed, not knowing who "all of us" really was. It was seven people including me. Me, Cameo, my other buddy Cordell, a guy from school named Derek, a girl he met online named Stormy, (that's her real name...) a girl from school named Diana, and a guy I worked with and Cordell's friend John. (John is gay and proud, he wants to be called Diamond and gets offended if you call him a "he" wink

First, when I got on the bus, I had to stand. 40 minutes standing usually sucks and it did. When I got downtown I couldn't find Cameo and the others. When I finally found them, Cameo was upset for some reason, and so was I. He asked "You wanna have that rematch tonight?" (We fought earlier this year and I lost, I wanted a rematch.) I said "Okay, let's do it. Same place as before." (We always do our sparring matches outside of our friend Lee's apartment building. There are no cops and it like a mini playground. Sure it's concrete, but that'll just toughen us up, because we always fight barefoot.)

So I took off my coat and shoes, keeping my socks on. (It was cold out.) I put on my arm wrap. He did the same thing. Then we started. I can't recall everything, but basically I'm large and muscular and he's small and muscular. Me power, him speed. I punch, he kicks. 'course we both switch our styles around. So since last time I lost, this time I was kicking his a**. I wouldn't let him move. But he got some clean head kicks. It was actually a bloody fight, and usually we don't even draw blood. Problem was, we were both in a bad mood... so... yeah. To conclude, something happened and I was knocked out, and John is over me, asking how many fingers is he holding up. I could barely move, but I got up and was told he kicked, I blocked, caught his leg, countered, he blocked the counter, the punched me in the head. I fell back and blacked out for a bit. I don't even remember this happening...

I lost... AGAIN!? Damn it. Cameo could never beat me before... why is it so hard now? I think he takes the fight much more seriously than I do, because I never get mad sparring but he will VERY quickly. Also, I do much better if I have a purpose. You know... fighting for a cause rather than just training.

Now today I'm all sore and f--ked up. Can't chew with my right side, teeth chipped, inside of mouth bleeding, spitting and coughing up sh--. But ya know what?

F--king awesom, I had more fun than ever, and I'm in SUCH a better mood now.