Sunday, September 7, 2008
Today my Dad told me he went to watch some cage fighting last night. And then continued to tell me details about his 225 pound friend who was fighting. He works with war veterans and one of his younger vets is a pro fighter. So last night he went to a bar and watched him "beat the shit out of a Tongan." I asked him if any girls fought and he just said unfortunately not and laughed. I can't wait for the night he comes home wasted. At this rate he should be a drunk by Christmas. And that would be the best gift I could ever receive. I love my family.