-The doctor gave me testosterone to calm down. I had to do something about the situation. I could not continue getting into trouble at Uni. Blod appeared everywhere I went. On the floor. On people. Especially in the mouth section. Sometimes the roof. Always the clothes.
-The answer was fighting.
-I took up MMA and beat my way up the ladder. Taking down one after another. Cause they only let me fight one at a time... If I could do 15, that would be more me. Like a gang beating.
-It`s really hard to keep my motivation up when I don`t get to use my multi beating skills. I mean, it is mixed not multi fighting, so it`s okay, but if it hadn`t been for the joy of damaging people to the limit of their existence I could not keep up.
-That`s what I tell myself everyday. Hey, remember the joy of violence.
Photo Leonardo Camacho