The Fight of the Night.

I went to bed last night, knowing I wasn’t going to post. I felt guilty for this since just yesterday I was planning on starting a routine of writing at night. However, I knew I was headed towards letting myself down.

But, I woke up. So I can write now, right now.

The details of yesterday are already leaving me. So, I guess I’ll only do what I can do. Can’t do much else eh.

Yesterday Roy Jones Jr. and Mike Tyson fought an exhibition match. Before them, Nate Robinson and some Youtube star/boxer fought. It was an embarrassment (maybe) for Nate. Perhaps he cares not what people think and he took yesterday’s knockout as a transformative learning experience.

Whether to be better next time back in the ring or that next time it’d be better not to be in the ring, we’ll see.

I have my opinions. But they don’t matter.

Anyway, that’s not the most important part of this story. In fact, I might have been in a fight myself.

My boxing gym decided to host this fight at the gym. Inside, no masks, and no distance. I know this place is lax on their covid customs when working out, so I do not know why I thought this ‘event’ would’ve been any different. I went, I stayed, and to be honest, we’ll see.

While we were all watching boxing, one of the party guests, Lauren, decided to get everyone's name, birthday, time of birth, and birthplace. She was doing a birth chart in the middle of the boxing party. In the middle of the ring in the middle of the pandemic. Perhaps like Nate Robinson, I was being knocked out.

I met another guy, also in the ring, named King. A New Yorker through and through. I naturally get along with New Yorkers, and this was no different. I have recently been asking people what they do, that annoying question, due to my work in progress show where I interview people on what they do. He had the most interesting way of answering the question, that I knew we’d be friends.

He said, “I’m a hustler” and then he shook my hand. “From 6am — 9am I personal train, from 10 am-4pm I do something talent-related, auditions. Right now I’m coming from a wholesale real estate closing. Yeah, that’s why I’m dressed like this.”

He was wearing a tailored suit.

I asked him how he felt about us all being indoors with no masks, he said “It’s a tricky thing, right. The way I live my life, I’m up working out every day at 6 am, I eat right, I don’t drink, my immune system, I’m going to outlive all these people, I hate to say it but that’s it. I meditate, my mind is not even in a place where I’m susceptible. Times like these, I'm going to thrive”

He was a hustler indeed.

At one point in the conversation, I heard him say “You won’t catch me going down.” Ironically, Nate Robinson was going down at this exact moment.

I prayed it wasn’t a case of foreshadowing. But we laughed at the irony.

I drank beers, Heineken. Brought my favorite apple juice, nobody drank it. Every time I bring a thing to a party it never gets used. So I am often in the predicament of deciding if I will take my offering back or let it waste. I took my apple juice back. It’s my favorite.

Went home, drank more, had a long conversation with a new friend Cecilia about my irresponsibility, thought about how I wasn’t going to write, and then went to sleep.

I should check in on Nate Robinson, I’m sure he’s a meme by now.