Osaka Cherokee

i got in a little altercation last night at basketball. i just forcefully told a guy to quit pushing me in the back and if he thinks he's tougher than me we can figure it out right here. of course he didn't take me up on my offer. i go off like this because i endure so much shit for the sake of being a nice guy. so after shooting some hoops by myself and cooling down for a bit i went back to squash it with him. i don't wanna have tension in the gym. but get this. he's like, "forget it. i'm going home!". going home!? going home!? what a fucking girlie ass bitch thing to do. i have never witnessed an act of pussy-ness like that in all my life. leave it up to a japanese male to show it to me.

Today I injured my hand in a very intense game of duck duck goose. Those fuckin' kids are fast. I think I can probably whoop there ass in a street fight but I'm no match when it comes to running around a small circle. I turned the corner too fast and I wiped it. Landed right on the palm of the hand that I injured in that bicycle accident. This damn thing is never gonna get better.
At least I can sit back and think, "I can't believe that I get paid for this".