It was about 15 miles North of town on old RT 5. I also knocked down my first golden gloves—again not a major thing in my life, but it was kinda cool to just get in the ring and just beat the shit outta some dude. Mature sex Looking ‘Jason’ right in the face, I sheepishly replied, “all that, I guess”. “One eighty, hun” I snap off the twenties, and she bags up the boots, and I put the cowboy hat on my head. Mostly out of town truckers, bikers, and construction types. (how was that for arrogance ?) I walked around the building, and headed across the parking lot back towards my room. They work up a slight laugh at each other, and I barely hear one of them say “punk
