Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve always had a hardcore streak in me. In fact, my first love could only be referred to by one name: bloodshed.
Whenever I’d see trickles of crimson falling from a man’s face, I’d get giddy inside. Back in my formative years, the late ‘80s to mid ‘90s, I’d subconsciously made it my mission to figure out just how much physical duress the human body could sustain.
At home, it’d be my stepbrother and I swinging at each other with wrenches, bashing one another’s face into electric sockets and shooting BBs at the other’s bare skin. On the road, it’d be me going undefeated in competitive kickboxing for my fighting academy and c...
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