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PPVs taught me many things in 2023. It’s good to learn things. Like having to lose a little bit of money in order to pump more equity into war stocks. This can be a positive thing although I’m realizing I can’t reshuffle my “portfolio” without offending anymore. Those bombs would get dropped with or without my investment in Lockheed Martin. Hedging my morality if anything. Get serious. Hard times are coming, so looking to go back private around July. 

Dirty fight nights are back. This is where I belong. Las Vegas, early start, the apex, no-namers slugging it out. A lot of Eastern Europeans a lot of guys Uncle Dana is going to want to pump up the rankings. 

Thomas Petersen vs. Jamal Pogues

Heavy weights to start the night should be how every card starts. The fatter, the better. It sets a tone, I think. 95% of the time it ends with someone going limp and I think fighters warming up in the locker room watching on an 18” plasma screen pre-fight make a mental note of that. You’re going out there to kill or be killed. I like Pogues by TKO/KO. Trains with a better team, faster, should be fine on the ground if it goes there. 

Landon Quinones vs. Marquel Mederos

Staying away from betting big on this one although I like Mederos. Quinones has more UFC experience and needs a win so that worries me a bit. I think Marquel will be the better striker but Quinones might be the better athlete and grappler. Mederos ML at -150 or so makes sense.

JeongYeong Lee vs. Blake Bilder

Surprising line on this one. Bilder at +140 against a guy who hasn’t fought true UFC competition. Not to mention Bilder has better training partners. Semi-dumping on Bilder ML here. 

Charles Johnson vs. Azat Maksum

Qazaq, the first “if you don’t know, now you know” of the card. Maksum isn’t one of these guys who comes out of Eastern Europe without ever tasting defeat just because he fought plumbers and carpenters. No, this kid (29) has fought good competition on the regional scene. Relentless grappling if he thinks that’s what the fight needs, solid Muay Thai if he has the advantage. Charles Johnson on the other hand is just not very good. He looked fine against Mokaev then fell off. Maksum is worth the -235.

Molly McCann vs. Diana Belbita

Neither of these ladies are going anywhere in terms of progressing their mixed martial arts careers. This fight is so uninteresting that I think it will be a banger. Both of them are truly as desperate as you can get for a win. Neither of them can hurt other human beings. It’s September football when everything is so clunky but somehow hits the spot. Belbita ML is worth it. She might manage range on Meatball Molly and win on points.

Gilbert Urbina vs. Charles Radtke

Chuck Buffalo broke my heart when he dismantled Blood Diamond. I won’t let him break my heart this time. Urbina is rangier, lands at a higher clip, works out of a solid gym, has fought better competition. I’m dying on my sword in 2024. All gut like a monkfish. Urbina by points or TKO/KO.

Aliaskhab Khizriev vs. Makhmud Muradov

The second of Uncle Dana’s prospects from Eastern Europe. This guy has world class grappling. World class. Undefeated, short king. However, he’s fighting a seasoned vet in Muradov who towers over him by 5 inches. I’m parlaying Azat and Khizriev along with betting Khizriev to win in the first 3 minutes of round one (+900). The Wolf arrives. 

Randy Brown vs. Muslim Salikhov 

I’ve written about this fight, I believe, but it was cancelled. Salikhov has a shot to win via old man strength but I think Randy has been getting better at using his range. Rude Boy is quicker, longer, and younger. Worth the -290 if you want to parlay it with Shai Gilgeous Alexander over points/rebs/assists combo on any given night. 

Renato Moicano vs. Drew Dober 

Everything screams Money Moicano. Everything is telling me to do it so I’m going to do it. I’m tired of getting my heart broken betting on fighters I like and this might be yet another one of those occasions. I don’t think so but what if Drew Dover’s chin can somehow outlast Moican’s ring rust? Takedowns here and there in a three rounder could mean a lot. Moicano by TKO/KO. 

Roman Dolidze vs. Nassourdine Imavov

Roman Dolidze was born in the Soviet Union but his nationality is Georgian. What this means is that he grew up surrounded by war, or very close to it. On the other hand, Imavov’s family escaped war and moved to France. France isn’t necessarily tougher than war ridden and poverty torn Georgia. These things matter to me. What else matters is that I think Dolidze is the bigger fighter once they close the cage, with better grappling, and more power. His shots will land bigger than Imavov who isn’t known for his output or pressure. I think that weighs into the judges decision making if this does make the distance. +138 means I’m painted red and white this weekend with a Kaladze jersey tied around my waist. 

RIPee giP and Spice Mouth

2022 around this time let’s say

Spotted from Decatur to Figueroa

Appreciate so many people looking out for me, making sure I knew I was heart broken 

Thousand yard star, not stare 

I went home that night wanting to fight. You threatened some civilian so I went Elagabulus

I got lost, grew out some hair 

Neither of you heard anything until that dog stopped barking 

“For to be carnally minded is death…”

(Romans 8:6)

There’s a girl who works at a jewelry store in the next town over. It has the name of an Armenian man on the front in blue letters. She just started working. Full time, 10:00-19:00. She’s one of three front desk associates while the son of the owner sits in the back. The strip mall that the jewelry store sits on also holds a pawn shop and payday loans store. Because of this, the local police department have set up a 24 hour monitoring system with reporting capabilities. You’ll see these in places with vendors with high ticket items or areas with high crime rates. It’s pretty much a box on wheels with a long pole that has a camera at the end of it. You can press a blue button on it and report an incident happening, as well. It will even talk to you if you walk by it letting you know that it’s recording and there for your safety. 

In addition to the monitoring system, the local police have a couple of police officers who patrol the area from Friday through Monday. The young lady at the jewelry store has recently struck up a friendship with one of the police officers. It appears to be much more to him, however. He goes to her work station to bring her free food. He’s gotten her car detailed for her by one of his friends. Whenever he has the chance, he will show off his gear using his serious voice. Even to me he’s starting to look like a knight in shining armor who she should saddle up with. Unfortunately for him, from what I can tell, she is currently sleeping with 4-5 different men, one who seems to be the more serious boyfriend. She takes care of him because he hasn’t been able to hold a stable job since doing part time at a Jifi Lube. He just got out of jail six months ago. He did 18 months for an assault charge against his cousin who also happens to be the young lady at the jewelry store’s ex. 

I hear that she only thinks about the police officer as a friend. It makes sense, he’s Captain America. Always trying to act perfect and manly. She wants to get slapped around on a collar while getting spit on. I don’t mind the guy, but he’s too much of a square for her, or to even realize who she is. For instance, I really liked this one: she told him about how she likes to go watch street racing on the weekends and he replied, “you know those are illegal, right?” He then asked her to tell him where the next ones would be because he would go bust them up. God bless. 

They’ve gone out a few times to events where she’s with a group of friends. He’s been unable to create any sort of chemistry with her (or the group) and has even endured watching her dance with a random man in front of him. Not only that, she exchanged numbers with said random gentleman and slept with him later the next week in his car on an early, frigid Tuesday morning. Not that the police officer knows that, just context. He keeps blasting through red flags and, sadly, I think Captain America might’ve scrambled his brains somewhere along the way pretty badly. Perhaps it was her, or perhaps it was the dozens and dozens of other women who hated how fake-nice and fake-righteous he always came off as, but from what I have seen these last 5 days, he’s been stalking her around in his off-duty car. Just brain broken over runaround Sue, I guess. 

That’s not where it ends, either. Captain America has also started trailing her little boyfriend. Yeah, and here’s where it starts to actually heat up: he saw the boyfriend pick up a stripped Glock 43X and some sort of package from his other cousin who is the brother to the ex. Add to this that cuzzo has warrants out for him. How lucky is this cat? Within the first 60 hours of becoming a POI he’s already on film playing where he shouldn’t. A parole officers nightmare. Some guys just don’t have that flower. That was yesterday at around 18:30 and Captain America sets up shop at 20:15/30 outside old lady’s house. He’s the type of guy to get a warrant in less than 24 hours. The handoff happened broad day so I jump into jacktion.

I grab a bandana, buy some zip ties and a pint of Hennessey, connect a jacket to a drone manned from Texas, and cause work to be unsafe on a Thursday.

My gold blackberry buzzes 

I’m so spontaneous and came around on the perfect day 

I did them the same way I did you, almost

Then I watched using some binos from the playground nearby

Knowing that you’re all that 

It’s hard to tell when it kicks in 

From that day on, I was always in your system

Some people called me an Angel during those years

I miss being old reliable even if it meant what it did 

The chances of developing Parkinson’s are six times higher now. Although neurologists can’t attribute the initial diagnosis to more than disparate, over-active levels in the brain, there’s definite damage to the dopaminergic receptors. Many high-adrenaline events, drug abuse, and chronic depression are all key factors in determining this sort of wear and tear on these receptors. They’ll ask if you’ve ever seen combat like a G6. And the F is for F bomber.

Ya no le puedo explicar la situación. El remordimiento y la paz me castigan con este tipo de silencio. Musiquita de parranda fuerte le pongo para calmarle. La copa se me empieza escapar de los dedos fríos. Tengo los labios pidiendo remedio alguno. Todo bien ubicado en mi cuarto. Cada objeto en su lugar. Ahora ya no siento ese dolor tan agrio que me retorcía las entrañas al ver los morros de ropa. Cada prenda un fragmento de mis impulsividades. Recuerdo cuando me veía como la persona que le robo la inocencia a muchos. Ya no tanto. Pues ni se adonde estoy. Yo no soy nadie, ni nunca lo seré. En el futuro me matarán como un parásito. Cada viernes me mandan señales diciendo que me odian. El ritmo no cambia y voy manejando. Deben saber que me meo de la risa. Una rata en ruedas. Presa adicta al escape. Las personas como yo creo que se van evaporando cada día. Por una arrogancia que les previene ver muchas cosas. Perdiendo pedacitos de si mismos que no valen nada. Desmenuzados a un cadaver con una erección. Le digo que mañana tengo que ir al dentista para ver los resultados de los exámenes. Comentarios tímidos que no me llaman la atención. Mi nueva dieta me está funcionando lo bastante bien. Este fin de semana salgo con mis amigos ricos. Apostando la vida para que se sigan mordiendo los labios unas perras sin hogar. Lo más que cambian las cosas. Más solo hay que esperar y pegar un grito al abismo. Di un salto pensando en hoy. Quizás me lo merezco y es lo esperado. Lo dije hace años. Pagarían mucho por esto. Traigo un vallenato envenenado con mucha candela. 

How do you express that without just quietly parting ways. You don't. It's wrong to say, "we are a curse to ourselves, first mostly, and, next, to the world. Our game, our party, our furor, our arrogance, our exclusivity has driven us off the 'land.'  Who had more influence? You say it's me and I say it's you. But it switches. Don't you feel desperate about what we've made one another? Desperate because that's the right word. We are cynical, empty of novelty due to overstimulation, a freak show for most around us. If it weren't for our superficial qualities or charm, we would be true vagrants without a pot to piss in. Maybe one of us will get more sex more without the other. Maybe one of us will get more money without the other. Maybe one of us will get more clout without the other. Maybe we've killed all our hope and this is it. Now, with old age, that's all looming hard, and I don't like being with myself or you. I want to call it a retirement because it feels like someone has been calling my phone from a paid number telling me it's time.” You don't say that. So call tonight, The Dinner before us, one of the final hurrahs for this bond of glory and shame...[TO BE CONTINUED].

Both girls look up at the tall, arched ceiling transfixed. There’s something inspiring about their newfound delight. The brunette bites her bottom lip while the blonde tilts her head from side to side scanning the area. You can see the light dancing in their eyes. The brunette whips her head, looks at me, and says, “you didn’t have to say anything, and we just knew.” There’s a moment of silence and I can’t help but smile underneath my hand. There’s acne bumps growing on my chin due to my unkempt beard. “I ate too much.” “Yeah, me too.” The blonde has purple makeup smeared across her eyes up into her forehead. Time melts off the clocks as we look through each other admiring the scene. The girls start touching hands, tracing symbols into each other’s palms. The brunette begins to recite Macbeth which makes the blonde hum pirate shandies. A pattern forms in their movements. I slow them down by asking, “when was the last time you were happy being #2?” The blonde stares at me shocked by the question and that I would dare stop them in their tracks. “Us? We’ve never been #2…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Fair enough. I don’t have the heart to tell her they’ve both definitely been #2 at some point before. I’m still being gentle. “Being #2 isn’t so bad…I’ve been jealous of #2 before. I badly overlooked how empowering being #2 could be when I was young. Had I not known, it could’ve been much worse.” They listen so I decide to stop talking. Before someone wants to try something, I stop my mental exercise. I hate being bored so I hand the brunette one of my canisters. I can’t let anything get too close. She shakes it next to her ear, lets out a little yelp, and drags the blonde with her to the next room behind the curtain. A few minutes go by and I can hear them struggling. These canisters can drag you into deep waters. “They’re going to bow out,” I think almost disappointed. There’s momentary peace, then blonde asks, “can we come back and show now?” “Sure,” I reply sluggishly. If they don’t come out just the right way, I’m not going to be very happy. I can have such an awful temper whenever things like this happen, I’m not sure why. I’m really not sure why. I get demanding. “Ok…1, 2, 3…” Both girls jump out from behind the curtain covering their faces. They shuffle over to me and joyfully ask, “now?” “Of course now.” Both their hands drop and I want to cry. Neither of them will ever be the same again. Their race to divinity now complete. Now, only now, can they face the glorious unveiling. I can barely keep my sight on them. They’re transformed before me into a masterpiece of shock. “Are you proud?”, they question with anticipation. I grab their tainted hands shaking and remain silent. I’m becoming light headed from the revelation. I’ll have to go far away from here after tonight. They say money talks, I’ll put gems on my gums. My conscience is exiled with this image. Carnal discoveries like this come with a price. Driving back to the complex with these two beauties collapsed. In the backseat twisted from the hours spent together. Finally speechless is what I am now. From just a casual night.