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i want to be a boxer. must figure out where i can train and find someone who will train me. i would enjoy gettin' and receivin' a good beatin'. plus are sexy,right? maybe i could get aron snowell to train me, and don king to promote my fights. i will step into the ring with anyone,anysize and be prepared for one hell of a battle.my size may deceive but i gots heart,which i am tryin; not to wear on my sleeve so much anymore.
on a completely unrelated note: i just look at the back of a picture that sit on our computer desk that is of my pops and i when i was about 5 and i am sittin' on his 32 ford and it reads:
Nate,
your dad loves you very much. I hope you will enjoy the old car as much as i love you.
all my love dad.

mind you i didnt see my dad after this until i was 12. how does this work a person i couldnt stand for so long has now ended up beenin' someone i don't think i could see mot bein' in my life? crazy shit.
back story: my mom and dad were devoice for 20 years and got remarried and are still married and its great, fuck i am gettin way to personal here i will now cease and assist.
the lack of grammar and spellin' is how am so deal.