In honor of an old “friend” (nemesis) – a wrestling excerpt from Ch. 19 of NEVER SETTLED

    “Ricky was a young boy. He had a heart of stone. Lived nine to five and he worked his fingers to the bone,” sang Skid Row through my headphones connected to my Sony Walkman. The sound of jump ropes and fans yelling in the stands filled the gym. I was busy staying warm andContinue reading “In honor of an old “friend” (nemesis) – a wrestling excerpt from Ch. 19 of NEVER SETTLED”