"Are you bleeding?" I ask, scanning his body. "No it's ketchup." "What the fuck am I supposed to do with you?" "How about you offer me some tea," he shuffles on his feet, wincing slightly, "Maybe something stronger." - - - - - - Two underground boxers, two messed up pasts, two broken people. Can they help eachother? - - - - - - all rights reserved to @smilez4styles contains vulgar language // drug usage // sexual content // violence // mental health read at your own risk.