Since I haven't posted anything good in a while. I'll continue the tradition with this pretty flower.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Ink
A couple weeks ago I finally went under the tattoo machine. Holly Ellis of Idle Hand Tattoo inflicted 4.5 hours of art on my ribs. The image, a portrait of my mom and Ellis' version of bamboo painting, is rendered in black and grey and begins just below my hip bone and it extends to just under the armpit.
The experience was as expected. It had its moments. For the most part it feels like hundreds of bee stings, each drawn out a length at a time. At it's most agonizing, it resembled how it might feel to have someone drill into your ribcage with a Mikita. At it's easiest, it felt like a pleasant scratch drawn lightly across the back.
Overall, I'd say I wouldn't choose the ribs for my next piece, but now thinking back to the experience, I can't say I remember the pain all that much.
I can tell you that once the pain is over, comes something I consider to be worse than the acute sting of the machine. The itch. So far, the relentless itch of healing flesh has been consistent over the last two weeks. Scratching is bad. Slapping only somewhat works. Lubricating with unscented lotion works for about a minute. Only now is it starting to mellow. But my fear is that it will always itch a bit. I hope not, but after the past two weeks, it seems like it'll never stop.
The tattoo looks great. It fits my body perfectly. My fiance, at first apprehensive about the concept, took one look and declared her love for it. My brother is stoked with its likeness to mom.
Me, I love having it. It looks cool. It is meaningful. It's well done.
A few more hours of pain, and it'll be finished. I'll post pics when it's done.
The experience was as expected. It had its moments. For the most part it feels like hundreds of bee stings, each drawn out a length at a time. At it's most agonizing, it resembled how it might feel to have someone drill into your ribcage with a Mikita. At it's easiest, it felt like a pleasant scratch drawn lightly across the back.
Overall, I'd say I wouldn't choose the ribs for my next piece, but now thinking back to the experience, I can't say I remember the pain all that much.
I can tell you that once the pain is over, comes something I consider to be worse than the acute sting of the machine. The itch. So far, the relentless itch of healing flesh has been consistent over the last two weeks. Scratching is bad. Slapping only somewhat works. Lubricating with unscented lotion works for about a minute. Only now is it starting to mellow. But my fear is that it will always itch a bit. I hope not, but after the past two weeks, it seems like it'll never stop.
The tattoo looks great. It fits my body perfectly. My fiance, at first apprehensive about the concept, took one look and declared her love for it. My brother is stoked with its likeness to mom.
Me, I love having it. It looks cool. It is meaningful. It's well done.
A few more hours of pain, and it'll be finished. I'll post pics when it's done.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Ghost Wars
A painstakingly researched book documenting the CIA and their involvement in Afghanistan from Vietnam to 9-11.
It took me a solid year to read this book, mostly because I only read it a couple pages at a time, in my car, during my work breaks.
Despite how long it took to finish, I found it to be a page-turner, filled with interesting characters, intriguing plot twists, frustrating CIA/Gov't blunders, and tragic consequences.
A compelling, intelligent, detailed Pulitzer winning non-fictional book.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Rear ended on 84
Driving to work today, my car got ass-reamed. Not in a sexual way.
... Or was it?
So, as I was cruising up the two-lane highway 84, the truck in front of me stopped to turn left, so I stopped too. But the car behind me didn't.
Boom.
Her pops showed up to giver her a supportive hug while CHP inspects the damage.
Bungee cords now hold together my car's ass.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Sam and Jen's wedding
SamD's wedding was a few weeks ago and was a blast. I'd say it was easily at the top 2 or 3 weddings ever. They had it at the Plumpjack resort at Squaw Valley with entertainment provided by the Police cover bad, Stung. After a nice, heartwarming and brief ceremony, we headed off to the Plumpjack for beer, wine and food. The food was standard wedding fare beef with a mixed veggie plate. Nothing to write home about, but not bad either. The speeches were excellent, with the Best Man Coby Bell giving a hysterical toast for Sam. The couple opted to skip cake cutting, flower tossing, garter-throwing, and honestly, those ceremonial events were not missed at all by any of the guests.
After dinner, I noticed a few of Sam's older family members outside enjoying a cigar. So naturally, I joined them with a couple of my own stoges.
Turns out these guys were Sam's uncles. The same guys who taught SamD shotgunning and fishing. The guys who taught Sam to be a man. Uncle Bob and Doug instantly fascinated all of us. We monopolized his time squeezing Sam stories from him for hours. I dashed in and out between the dance floor (which was kickin') and the Uncle Doug lessons-in-life and Sam D stories all night.
Finally, Amy and I got down to real business on the dance floor. Stung played most of the Police classics and infused them with favorites by Bob Marley and Sublime. We got the dance floor moving. When their set ended, Amy got the floor chanting "ENCORE, ENCORE!" and to our surprise, they fired up and played two more songs until security literally pulled the plug. At one point the lead singer said, "This is better than Oakland Colosseum!"
It was for us.
Afterward, we headed back to our rental cabin. The Buchman house.
We had a few more drinks and decided to take in the Perseid meteor shower on the front lawn. Absolutely incredible. We saw at least 5-10 shooting stars.
Despite the house's broken water heater, we'd go back, especially in winter, when it's very very close proximity to the ski lifts would be very convenient.
After dinner, I noticed a few of Sam's older family members outside enjoying a cigar. So naturally, I joined them with a couple of my own stoges.
Turns out these guys were Sam's uncles. The same guys who taught SamD shotgunning and fishing. The guys who taught Sam to be a man. Uncle Bob and Doug instantly fascinated all of us. We monopolized his time squeezing Sam stories from him for hours. I dashed in and out between the dance floor (which was kickin') and the Uncle Doug lessons-in-life and Sam D stories all night.
Finally, Amy and I got down to real business on the dance floor. Stung played most of the Police classics and infused them with favorites by Bob Marley and Sublime. We got the dance floor moving. When their set ended, Amy got the floor chanting "ENCORE, ENCORE!" and to our surprise, they fired up and played two more songs until security literally pulled the plug. At one point the lead singer said, "This is better than Oakland Colosseum!"
It was for us.
Afterward, we headed back to our rental cabin. The Buchman house.
We had a few more drinks and decided to take in the Perseid meteor shower on the front lawn. Absolutely incredible. We saw at least 5-10 shooting stars.
Despite the house's broken water heater, we'd go back, especially in winter, when it's very very close proximity to the ski lifts would be very convenient.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Cards
Poker.
My online game has been fluctuating as of late. I haven't played that much actually, and while I've been doing pretty well in cash games, my sit-n-go game has been below average. My overall balance is holding tight, and I finally brought it back over the 1G mark again. That may change when I get home tonight, but lets hope it is in the upward direction.
The live game is neither here nor there. I'm playing decent, but I can't seem to do very well against Chizz, whose been killing our home game lately. He's is on a a heater for sure... But the question is he really that good? or is he a very lucky player? I think the jury's still out.
I will tell you that I have a hard time playing him. All I know is the flop always hits him harder than me. If I hit an ace, he outkicks me. If I draw pocket tens, he's got the aces. A straight? Fuckit, he's got the flush. That, and he's untiltable. Because he has no emotions whatsoever. No emotions? no tilt. Also, no facial expressions. No expressions = no tells.
I'm going to post player profiles in the near future, revealing most of my insights of the players who we play often with: their strengths, weaknesses, and my own, as honestly as I can. That'll be interesting... for me.
My online game has been fluctuating as of late. I haven't played that much actually, and while I've been doing pretty well in cash games, my sit-n-go game has been below average. My overall balance is holding tight, and I finally brought it back over the 1G mark again. That may change when I get home tonight, but lets hope it is in the upward direction.
The live game is neither here nor there. I'm playing decent, but I can't seem to do very well against Chizz, whose been killing our home game lately. He's is on a a heater for sure... But the question is he really that good? or is he a very lucky player? I think the jury's still out.
I will tell you that I have a hard time playing him. All I know is the flop always hits him harder than me. If I hit an ace, he outkicks me. If I draw pocket tens, he's got the aces. A straight? Fuckit, he's got the flush. That, and he's untiltable. Because he has no emotions whatsoever. No emotions? no tilt. Also, no facial expressions. No expressions = no tells.
I'm going to post player profiles in the near future, revealing most of my insights of the players who we play often with: their strengths, weaknesses, and my own, as honestly as I can. That'll be interesting... for me.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Moving and the tattoo
We finally got moved into the new place.
What a fucking nightmare. Moving has got to be one of the most unpleasant things to do. And worse, to put others through. So to anyone who helped. We truly appreciate it.
Nothing quite compares to the agony of moving. It's essentially hard-core manual-ass labor. It gets dusty, dirty, sweaty, and generally funkdified. You make monotonously excruciating trips to the house, to the truck, back to the house, back to the truck, and on and on and on. Absolutely hellish. It reminds me of what hell must be like.
So then comes cleanup. And our house was dirty as shit. Embarassingly dirty. Let me explain. Our house is surrounded by dirt. So everything gets covered in dust. And we have three animals. We don't brush them that often. So the shedding is ... abundant. Let's just say, we could've made another dog with the hair bunched in the corner of the room.
But those days are over. We resolve to keep the new pad clean.
We're going to get a new vacuum cleaner. New mops, new Swifters.
On another note.
I finally made the appointment and put a deposit on my tattoo.
Holly is doing it. It's been almost a year since I've been planning this, and now it's on the calendar officially.
Finding and scheduling a tattoo session is not an easy task I've discovered. Sure I could've probably scheduled a tattoo with some random person in a street shop, but I really want my first tattoo to be top-notch and significant. There are many excellent artists in the bay area, especially SF and San Jose. And I mean world-class artists. Making a decision on who's going to mark me forever is difficult. And then there's getting the appointment. But Ithe truth is that most of the artists I tried contacting didn't answer emails, phone calls or left messages. I understand why. They must be getting requests from everywhere and have to be discriminating. Sounds like a great gig.
But when I finally talked to Holly, she seemed into it, and though she has a 6 month waiting list, she got me on the list much sooner. So I pulled the trigger and scheduled it. I'm stoked. My final consultation is late September, and the sitting will be a couple weeks later.
Lots of cool stuff going on.
Check out my flickr site, I update that with drawings and pics every so often.
What a fucking nightmare. Moving has got to be one of the most unpleasant things to do. And worse, to put others through. So to anyone who helped. We truly appreciate it.
Nothing quite compares to the agony of moving. It's essentially hard-core manual-ass labor. It gets dusty, dirty, sweaty, and generally funkdified. You make monotonously excruciating trips to the house, to the truck, back to the house, back to the truck, and on and on and on. Absolutely hellish. It reminds me of what hell must be like.
So then comes cleanup. And our house was dirty as shit. Embarassingly dirty. Let me explain. Our house is surrounded by dirt. So everything gets covered in dust. And we have three animals. We don't brush them that often. So the shedding is ... abundant. Let's just say, we could've made another dog with the hair bunched in the corner of the room.
But those days are over. We resolve to keep the new pad clean.
We're going to get a new vacuum cleaner. New mops, new Swifters.
On another note.
I finally made the appointment and put a deposit on my tattoo.
Holly is doing it. It's been almost a year since I've been planning this, and now it's on the calendar officially.
Finding and scheduling a tattoo session is not an easy task I've discovered. Sure I could've probably scheduled a tattoo with some random person in a street shop, but I really want my first tattoo to be top-notch and significant. There are many excellent artists in the bay area, especially SF and San Jose. And I mean world-class artists. Making a decision on who's going to mark me forever is difficult. And then there's getting the appointment. But Ithe truth is that most of the artists I tried contacting didn't answer emails, phone calls or left messages. I understand why. They must be getting requests from everywhere and have to be discriminating. Sounds like a great gig.
But when I finally talked to Holly, she seemed into it, and though she has a 6 month waiting list, she got me on the list much sooner. So I pulled the trigger and scheduled it. I'm stoked. My final consultation is late September, and the sitting will be a couple weeks later.
Lots of cool stuff going on.
Check out my flickr site, I update that with drawings and pics every so often.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
New house, independence day, and poker
We closed on our house!
I'm officially in SERIOUS debt.
But on a positive note, we're going to be finally paying toward our own future, instead of paying into our landlord's savings account. Now we have Air Conditioning, and we'll definitely need it. We (hopefully) will no longer have to deal with downtown San Jose's ruffians, sleep through the sounds of gunfire, walk past mean looking bums and meaner looking gangsters just to get to the corner store. How refreshing that would be?
We walked through it yesterday and met our new neighbors, Bob and Laurel. They seem genuinely nice. And they have some anti-Bush/anti-Iraq war stickers on their garbage cans. So chances are, we'll get along fine. As long as they don't mind the occasional late night, rowdy poker night.
Speaking of poker. I took down a 2nd place and a win in last week's poker games at Eric's house to bank a couple hundo in cold hard ones. That too was quite a refreshing change for me. My online cold streak has continued, with a bit of a warming trend as of late. Interestingly enough, I tend to do well in live games when my online game sucks and vice versa.
Happy Independence Day!
We spent a few hours at JoeO's new place for the fourth. It was an old fashioned all-american pool party. Chicks in bikini's, dogs on grill, guacamole, chips, tons-o-beer. And it was a hot one, so the pool was really really necessary.
We followed it up with dinner at Sam's. Marissa made us some awesome flank steak wrapped with herb cheese and sun-dried tomatoes, a zucchini pie and grilled string beans. ... oh and tons more beer.
I couldn't make it to see the fireworks, but they sure sounded great.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Dragon
Here's my latest attempt at drawing a japanese style dragon. It's definitely a challenging subject, but I feel more confident every time I draw one. Drawing smoke properly is a mystery to me, but I'm sure I'll figure it out soon enough.
So, so far most of my drawings are straight black ink, but I intend to go back and work on my coloring skills once my Wacom tablet arrives. Screw going out to buy colored pencils (which cost major duckets) when I can buy a Wacom tablet and color til my eyes bleed.
Also these black pieces could be an awesome tattoo-styled coloring book once I compile 20 or so.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
KOI
I drew this a couple nights ago.
Using lots of references, I finally feel comfortable drawing the waves and the scales. It seems that I need to draw stuff a couple times before I feel competent drawing them from memory.
My pen and Ink confidence is growing, and I feel my inking is improving.
The next challenge is to color some of my images. I think I'll use my recent drawings as a coloring book to practice my color skills.
In other events:
Spent the weekend in Lake Tahoe for SamD's bachelor party. We did the usual required bachelor party activities; of course strippers and massive amounts of beers. There were Patron shots at one point. Also a lot of dude bonding: some non-gay sauna and hot tub sessions, a boat excursion, and tons more beer. We also managed to play a bit of poker and blackjack at the casinos. We also ate like kings all weekend. So all-in-all, a damn fine adventure.
Congrats to Sam.
Friday, June 08, 2007
BIG stakes poker
Check out high stakes poker player Brian Townsend's (sbrugby) blog.
The world series of poker is going on right now, and he's there playing some fucking ridiculous stakes with the high rollers at Bellagio.
He can be frequently found online playing against the likes of Phil Ivey and Patrik Antonius, both of whom play the highest stakes poker in the world. Some of the pots these guys are in can literally buy a house (or houses, plural, in some cities).
The world series of poker is going on right now, and he's there playing some fucking ridiculous stakes with the high rollers at Bellagio.
He can be frequently found online playing against the likes of Phil Ivey and Patrik Antonius, both of whom play the highest stakes poker in the world. Some of the pots these guys are in can literally buy a house (or houses, plural, in some cities).
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Back to the grind
I'm back to the daily grind at work. It's sort of depressing to be power lounging on a weekday afternoon drinking a cold one, while all my cohorts are slaving away for the man. Then Sunday comes and you cringe at the thought that you're going to go back to slaving away for the man. Then, you go slave away.
Back to work. Nothing's changed. Suddenly that week off seems like an eternity ago. Ancient history. May as well have been last year.
Bigger news:
I bought a house.
Amy and I are going to officially be Livermorons in one month's time. Last week I spent some time finalizing paperwork, doing inspections and all that other mumbo jumbo associated with buying a house. What a pain in the ass. Of course it'll all be worth it in the end when we get the keys to the place.
Anyway, it's a very exciting development. Much will change once the move happens. Most of all, we'll be homeowners. And almost most of all, we'll be getting the fuck outta downtown San Ho. Thank the lord.
Poker (bad beat stories ahead):
The last poker night was disastrous for me. The first game, I got knocked out pretty quickly after being cold-decked. Luke was on a tear. He readily admits being one lucky mutherfacka. One one ridiculous hand, a player goes all-in for about 40x the big blind. Luke makes the call for most of his chips. All-in player flips over AQ (or something like that). Luke flips over K2h! The flop has a deuce, and the turn and river blank, doubling Luke up. "You just got LUKED!!!"
The second game, Luke literally knocked out 5 players by bad-beat. He was making horrendous calls for all his chips with the shittiest of shitty hands.
My final hand looked like this.
I'm in mid-position with A9. I'm pretty shortstacked. An early position limps, I limp, Luke limps behind me. Flop comes AJx. EP checks, I go all-in. Luke thinks a bit and calls, EP folds. I show my pair of Aces. Luke shows J10 for second pair. Turn blanks, and the river hits his five-outer. A ten. I just got Luked.
Back to work. Nothing's changed. Suddenly that week off seems like an eternity ago. Ancient history. May as well have been last year.
Bigger news:
I bought a house.
Amy and I are going to officially be Livermorons in one month's time. Last week I spent some time finalizing paperwork, doing inspections and all that other mumbo jumbo associated with buying a house. What a pain in the ass. Of course it'll all be worth it in the end when we get the keys to the place.
Anyway, it's a very exciting development. Much will change once the move happens. Most of all, we'll be homeowners. And almost most of all, we'll be getting the fuck outta downtown San Ho. Thank the lord.
Poker (bad beat stories ahead):
The last poker night was disastrous for me. The first game, I got knocked out pretty quickly after being cold-decked. Luke was on a tear. He readily admits being one lucky mutherfacka. One one ridiculous hand, a player goes all-in for about 40x the big blind. Luke makes the call for most of his chips. All-in player flips over AQ (or something like that). Luke flips over K2h! The flop has a deuce, and the turn and river blank, doubling Luke up. "You just got LUKED!!!"
The second game, Luke literally knocked out 5 players by bad-beat. He was making horrendous calls for all his chips with the shittiest of shitty hands.
My final hand looked like this.
I'm in mid-position with A9. I'm pretty shortstacked. An early position limps, I limp, Luke limps behind me. Flop comes AJx. EP checks, I go all-in. Luke thinks a bit and calls, EP folds. I show my pair of Aces. Luke shows J10 for second pair. Turn blanks, and the river hits his five-outer. A ten. I just got Luked.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Snake and skull
I've uploaded a couple new drawings to my Flickr site.
Check'm out and let me know what you think.
Constructive critisim is always welcome.
BTW, I'm on vacation right now.
:)
Monday, May 21, 2007
HabitForming's book
My buddy Rob aka HabitForming, who has spent the last couple years cataloging Bay Area grafitti and stickers, has self-published a book of his photographs.
His exhaustive efforts which borders on obsession is a true reflection of the grafitti and sticker scene. It includes work from such prolific street artists as, Girafa, Logo, Pi, and AKO.
He intends to publish a new version every couple months or so.
buy it!
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Ridiculous Burger
Luke came over the other night and we decided to make some burgers.
So we bought 1.13 lbs of burger and split it in half to make two huge meatballs. A bit more poking and smashing and we had "Ridiculous Patties"...
A few moments on the grill, some seeded and toasted Kaiser buns, lettuce, tomatoes, mayo, mustard and ketchup and voila: The Ridiculous Burger.
.56 lbs of pure deliciousness.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Skull and Roses
I had a tough time thinking of something to draw.
Skulls have been an ongoing theme, and I love drawing them, so I started there. I love drawing roses too. They're actually quite hard to draw. I'm not sure how well I've done them, but when skulls and roses are drawn together, it always looks dramatic.
I started using Faber-Castell PITT artist pens with a nice fine brush tip. ...much easier than using an actual brush and I think it gives the lines a bit more life.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Bad run
Oh my god am I running bad in sit&gos lately.
I was killing the $20 games easily last month, and suddenly I can't win one to save my life. I've not been hit any of my draws, lost every coin flip, and put my money in outkicked, or dominated, everytime. It is truly getting frustrating. It's been a while since I've seen such poor results.
The main changes to my game:
I moved up to the $30 s&gs. They seem to be tougher, tighter.
I'm probably playing less aggressively. Due to running bad.
I'm making dumber all-in moves, especially over playing top pair.
also, the dreaded cold deck as been hitting me:
Second nuts running into the nuts.
Less of my big draws are hitting.
Losing coin flips.
Bad Beat City!
I intend to keep up my normal game. I've seen bad beat city before, and I have been able to weather the storms of bad beats and sick coolers. Plugging the tangible leaks will be essential, and hopefully the intangible cold-deck will go away for a while.
I was killing the $20 games easily last month, and suddenly I can't win one to save my life. I've not been hit any of my draws, lost every coin flip, and put my money in outkicked, or dominated, everytime. It is truly getting frustrating. It's been a while since I've seen such poor results.
The main changes to my game:
I moved up to the $30 s&gs. They seem to be tougher, tighter.
I'm probably playing less aggressively. Due to running bad.
I'm making dumber all-in moves, especially over playing top pair.
also, the dreaded cold deck as been hitting me:
Second nuts running into the nuts.
Less of my big draws are hitting.
Losing coin flips.
Bad Beat City!
I intend to keep up my normal game. I've seen bad beat city before, and I have been able to weather the storms of bad beats and sick coolers. Plugging the tangible leaks will be essential, and hopefully the intangible cold-deck will go away for a while.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Shotguns de Mayo
Cinco de Mayo:
Evan, Luke and I went out to shoot some clays at Coyote early in the morning. I hit my best score yet in skeet scoring 20, and then hit my worst round of trap ever on my last round of shells scoring something like 9 out of 25. Bad concentration, but I'll blame the wind.
After cleaning our guns, we picked up a few cervezas to begin our Cinco de Mayo celebration. Not that we are Mexican American in the least, but since we live in downtown San Jose, that pretty much makes us honorary Mexicans right? OK, perhaps not, but we decided to go get Margaritas and Mexican food anyway.
Two pitchers of 'ritas and a shot of Patron Silver later, we headed back to the pad to watch the DeLaHoya vs. Mayweather fight.
Let me say this. I WAS a huge boxing fan. WAS. I will officially NEVER purchase boxing on PPV ever again. First of all, this fight was nothing more than a glorified sparring match. 12 rounds of lollygagging, light jabbing and dancing around each other made for a seriously uneventful fight. After 12 rounds, not only were they not even breathing hard, they didn't have as much as a scratch. Typically after 3 rounds of freaking jumping-some-godamn-rope, they'd be breathing harder. This shit was a joke. Furthermore after losing the fight to a decision, DeLaHoya still took home $25 million. What kind of incentive does he have to win, if he still gets $25 million when he fucking LOSES?!
$55 down the freaking drain.
Bottom line: FUCK BOXING, FUCK DELAHOYA, and FUCK MAYWEATHER. They just lost a boxing fan.
Long Live MMA.
Evan, Luke and I went out to shoot some clays at Coyote early in the morning. I hit my best score yet in skeet scoring 20, and then hit my worst round of trap ever on my last round of shells scoring something like 9 out of 25. Bad concentration, but I'll blame the wind.
After cleaning our guns, we picked up a few cervezas to begin our Cinco de Mayo celebration. Not that we are Mexican American in the least, but since we live in downtown San Jose, that pretty much makes us honorary Mexicans right? OK, perhaps not, but we decided to go get Margaritas and Mexican food anyway.
Two pitchers of 'ritas and a shot of Patron Silver later, we headed back to the pad to watch the DeLaHoya vs. Mayweather fight.
Let me say this. I WAS a huge boxing fan. WAS. I will officially NEVER purchase boxing on PPV ever again. First of all, this fight was nothing more than a glorified sparring match. 12 rounds of lollygagging, light jabbing and dancing around each other made for a seriously uneventful fight. After 12 rounds, not only were they not even breathing hard, they didn't have as much as a scratch. Typically after 3 rounds of freaking jumping-some-godamn-rope, they'd be breathing harder. This shit was a joke. Furthermore after losing the fight to a decision, DeLaHoya still took home $25 million. What kind of incentive does he have to win, if he still gets $25 million when he fucking LOSES?!
$55 down the freaking drain.
Bottom line: FUCK BOXING, FUCK DELAHOYA, and FUCK MAYWEATHER. They just lost a boxing fan.
Long Live MMA.
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