Lost and Found: A Mouthful…
For a moment I really had a hard time believing what I’d found… could someone really have lost this?!?
It seemed somehow perversely personal, which, to be brutally honest, is part of the reason I enjoy posting these things so much.
I literally looked around as though someone might come running down the block, shouting for me to give them back, but there it was… a thick manilla folder containing, not one, but two x-rays of a man’s head.
And what a head, indeed: full of metal and the most ghastly methods of anchoring I’d ever seen, but they were ripe for re-imagining… and all the proof one might need to dissuade one from becoming a professional mixed martial artist.
Sure, Heydar was living his dream: fighting in front of audiences of 30-40, sometimes 100 people! That was practically more than the whole population of his village back in Iran. His mother would cry, yes, but his father would be proud – he was living up to his namesake – the Lion! His body ached, however, and when he looked in the mirror he wondered how one so young (he was 28) could feel so old (he felt like 60).
8 ibuprofen, a large cup of coffee, a few hours in the gym and he would almost forget the agony he suffered climbing out of bed each morning. He was certain, after all, that he would secure a contract with one of the big American fighting outfits, and then from there it was only a matter of time until the belt was his (the women, the money, the cars… but he didn’t speak of those things to his family).
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