It was windy and cold as balls on Sunday afternoon when I, Dan and Kai drove to the arena in Kai’s old truck. He kept that truck for these affairs only as his usual Aston Martin would stand out like a giraffe in the streets of New York. Upon reaching there, we decided that Kai and Dan would go inside and I’ll wait for Max in the parking since I needed some air before the fight. As I was waiting for Max while scrolling through my social media, I heard some sniggering. Looking away from my phone I see Jack being his usual little bi*ch. I raised my left eyebrow as in really. This guy just doesn’t seem to learn his lesson and keep being the s*ithead he is. Continuing his snigger, he comes and stands in front of me along with his two equally sh*t friends,
“I heard your brother got beaten, Huds
