Baby Blue

The G4 Genius
Jul 25, 2017 · 3 min read

Have you ever gone without sex?

Not like a week or a month or a winter but for two years shy a decade. It sure feels like it’s been that long and I am almost afraid to get behind the wheel again. How did it happen did you ask?? Well it was never planned to go this long. Not like I was trying to be Holy or anything. I guess I saw the world the way I wanted it to be and then saw it for what it was and then started changing it one piece at a time. It still don’t look the way I want it but at least people see me the way I see myself. I guess that be step one to changing the world. Not necessarily changing who you are or even your image. More so understanding the perception you are giving and how to convey that with a more clarified perfection. I think if you understood that then we are ready to move forward.

Mike Tyson said in an interview he went without women for five (5) years before winning the championship.

Can you imagine? How does that even sound? Are you crazy?! What kind of life is that? Who would enjoy punching another human being so much as to deprive himself, {in my Sandlot voice}

“F-O-R-E-V-E-R”

Not that I ever wanted to be like Mike, but I do remember my last physical encounter…

Ironically, she herself was a fighter. Me on the other hand am merely a pretender. I mean, the absence is very real, but I will be thirty years old next month and have yet to learn how to fight. Last week I had my first sparring session with a guy from Waianae who weighed at least forty pounds less than myself. But no matter what your dream is, one must be All-In.

Then there’s the money.

Can you imagine how much a professional fighter makes these days? What about an amateur? And finally, what is the pay grade for someone who is kinda in between but still lives with his grandparents until the death of his dream? Then, as if through Fibonacci, one outlived the other. Jus long enough to give birth to a pair of hand wraps and Under Armour shoes. The brand is coming together if I do say so myself.

Add the college debt accumulated after dropping out. Medical bills after a stint in a mental institution in Virginia. Then court costs fines and fees plus room and board upon your release from…

I have nothing to lose.

Matter of fact, put your house on the boy. Bet the entire farm too. Because he’s already been roofless and understands the value of a home. The peace when he closes the door to his apartment in the YMCA. The privacy he enjoys while showering, brushing his teeth, and taking a $%¥H. Anyone who has been incarcerated will understand what it feels like to go without privacy. Not to mention sleep. “SHAKE DOWN GENTLEMAN!! SHOWER SHOES AND IDs!!!” And who serves breakfast at four in the morning anyway? Am I really paying for this? Why are my grits always cold? And what is up with this lil bit of syrup?

~Aye! Dep!! Lemme get a grievance form!!!~

Nothing like that first shower.

That first meal.

That first sweet scent of fresh opposite sex.

But wait.

He’s been sacrificing that so he can box.

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