“As I grow up (I’m still a young head), fighting is always on the back of my mind. I’d find myself provoking and joking with peers to the point where they’d wanna fight me. It was all humor to me. I never threw a full blown punch at ANYONE; they’d be petty hits to match whom ever opposed power. They’d always want to or would strike first and thats when, I’d laugh. I let them take out their frustration. Absorbing punches and not even phased. This is because in my mind, I KNOW that if I fight back, I would not be content with myself unless I diminish they’re existance. In other words, I would not be pleased unless I’d KILL my peers with my bare hands by all means necessary. I know I have this instinct and that its a gift, so why would I use it against my peers who would in their minds “fight” someone who’s already considering them DEAD? I do my best to suppress it and I detest and don’t condone violence but I know its my fighting passion. I wish to never prove it to you in the street. Only in the ring with the sweetest science known to killers. God makes the hungriest killers the most humorous for a reason I guess hahaha” —my passion. Find yours or challenge me to mine.