Aug 3

Most people who know me understand I don’t seriously consider myself to be some kind of hardass. In fact, I generally go out of my way to communicate to everyone else on Planet Earth how much of a giant goober I really am.

But I couldn’t resist decorating my rash guard with blood from Wednesday’s morning Jiu-jitsu class.

If you’ve been under a rock, or just out of touch with me, you probably didn’t know that about a month ago I stepped into the cage at a local show for a friendly ass kicking contest. read more