I Miss Beating the Crap Out of Stuff
I’ve spent the last week or so mourning (again) the loss of my martial arts and boxing classes. A lot of it was the money. Paying $120 a month was killing me. So was the commute. Going downtown and back two or three times a week, catching buses, trains, transferring, was wearing me out. I […]
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