Most people would think life was perfect if they were me.
But they don't know what I know.
Life isn't perfect.
They said my son was going to be born with special needs.
I'm having a real tough time accepting it. Actually, I haven't accepted it at all.
For right now, I'm riding my Harley across the country, beating the sh*t out of anyone who steps in my way, and thinking of what my next move should be.
I've prayed for answers, but it appears God has given up on me.
This entire mess is on my shoulders, and although I'm currently an undefeated boxer, I feel as if I'm losing this fight.
This is the story of how everything came to and ending.