My dad lives on the same street as toys first gym. It's not in a very nice part of town. Kinda a rough and tumble ghetto kickboxing gym.
Well I used to walk past there daily and always lookout for el cucoy (he'd moved gyms by now) and think about how cool it would be to go have a beginner lesson there but how I'd get eaten alive by the cholos.
Well I was building up to it and then one day I was walking down the Avenue with my ear buds in, listening to grand master flash, minding my own business when some gangbanger looking ms-13 mexican on a pedal operated chopped approach me riding the wrong side of the road (close to the curb, not into traffic) and gives me so cain velasquez staredown as he approach.
I'm like wtf is with this guy and as he walked past he mad a gun gesture at me with his hand and held it as he rode past.
Never knew why.
Wish I'd have punched him tbh.
Anyway the Tony Ferguson fight is on
I got tony!