Fight Card

A rare occurrence, Jeremy got drunk that night, Between his apartments complex, training at his gym, and his sports bar, he had better things to do than to ogle ring box dolls. Except for that night. The bar was closed Monday to Wednesday, none of his twenty-four apartments needed fixing, and he was fed up of training slobs, himself included. Just fucking tired of the greatest time of his life. If he found beauty so fucking complicated, why couldn't he get her out of his mind?
She should hav...