to get it through to you guys that I am not cut out for this stuff? Anybody who knows me at all will tell you that. That single successful punch was all I needed for a certain amount of satisfaction and clarity. Whoever picked me for this is just plain wrong in his thinking. I know, I'm tall, etc., etc. I suspected that guy from the second I saw him, though and I could tell he wasn't really drunk. If he really wanted something to happen, he shouldn't have started giving me tips about form. I wasn't positive about him until that point, though it should have been obvious despite the ambiguity. You know--I never have an outside frame of reference. I'm a writer. Just give me a non-fighting writing job. The Streets Blog job sounds like a great job. Paying blog jobs are rare.
Seriously...I never showed interest in this stuff. I know, Iknow--like Rick said, "You don't pick them, they pick you," but still--I would think you'd want someone who's heart's in it, no? I thought Kudary was going to cry when he found out. "Why him?" You should have seen his face; ask Wayne. Paul's a big burly dude. He's tall. He's pretty smart. He might not have "a mind like a steel trap" (like I do--apparently), but he's smart. He could reach over the crowd and crush somebody's head with one hand and most importantly he's not chicken-shit--like me! All things considered, I think he'd make a fine replacement. I worked with him and I highly recommend him. Good guy. Maybe a little racist and maybe he made a comment about using a black girl for his "first," but otherwise, super guy, for sure. Yeah--the name's Paul Kudary. Paul...Kudary. On top of everything else that was going on, I had to work in an 8x10 cube with that doofus all...day. (I'm a good writer, aren't I? Yes, yes, I know.)
"I like your style, but lift your arms up a little bit." That's funny.
Send me a check for my trouble and leave me alone.
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