50 bucks and a black eye

I finished up teaching at the All-Star Wrestling training school and started driving to Lubbock for a show.  Stella is dead.  Life just goes on.  It doesn’t seem right.  I look around and everyone is just living like nothing happened.  It’s like it doesn’t matter that she’s dead or mattered that she was ever alive. Continue reading “50 bucks and a black eye”

Eat of my body and drink of my blood

I drove to Ogallala for a show and when I got to the venue today no one was there and the place was locked up.  At first this didn’t bother me because I often get to shows way too early and there’s no one around yet.  But after napping in the car for a fewContinue reading “Eat of my body and drink of my blood”

When is a rat just a rat?

When I was hiding under the ring one time letting my fetch get dropped on its head (it’s not really a living thing it’s a crash test dummy so don’t feel bad) I saw a rat one time.  Nothing shocking about seeing a rat, a lot of the shows I work are held in realContinue reading “When is a rat just a rat?”