Its monday night, which of course means that I had a grappling night at the gym. Now the people on my floor already think I’m a freak seeing as I dont talk to any of them and get caught shadow boxing in the mirrors by the elevator and the bathroom like twice a day, but monday nights are just the icing on the cake. The problem with grappling is that it leaves all kinds of cuts and bruises that make it look like you got raped. My chest is filled with marks from ppls knees and my arms all have scratches and hand shaped imprints on them every monday night. So as I walk to the shower after a hard training session I look like I just got raped by an ape or fought a hobo for a turkey leg or something. Add this to my less than friendly demeaner and you have the recipe for many strange stories for the good folks of floor 9 to come up with. Now I just make it a point to walk around with my hood up looking mysterious and angry just to get ppl thinking I might be crazy.