These are the presents that one of my schools' teachers got for me as a Sayonara gift. Crazy, huh?
This was a normal Tuesday night at boxing class, and from this particular night I walked away with a fat lip and a wounded neck (neither or them were this cute girl's fault though). I'd like to say that I gave as good as I got, but I'm afraid that day has not arrived yet. One day, mama, one day. Some of my pictures came out all grainy, and look much better in black and white or sepia. I know it's cheesy, but it looks like I'm in the newspaper!
“Josh, what can you make all these letters say? I took them off the back of a car I used to have.” I think that “EZ GAL R&D” just about perfectly describes my boxing circle's after-party ethic, but it took some explaining for it to make sense to everyone else.
Yasu!!!
This is my teacher. She rocks my world.
