Chapter 244

Two thirds of the year done! Up at 6, walk with the dog, stretching my gimp leg. I got to school half an hour early, I had to, like, teach class n’ shit. It’s been a long time, I have to start earning my rice.

I had two class periods with twelfth-graders, and it was smooth, I have been teaching them for two years now so I know them and they know me. I jumped straight into organic chemistry and I seriously had a good time.

I went home and had a heaping bowl of R n’ S, topped with spicy peanuts and two eggs. It gave me a bit of the running shits after, it was an oily and spicy portion.

In the afternoon I had one class with eleventh-graders, I was warned they are shy and inactive and have a low level of English but I’d rather have that than a bunch of noisy disruptive shits. I went over an intro of the course and some rules I want them to abide by, and it went well. After that I went to the office and did a bit of prep. I looked for something to listen to and went through two episodes of the Olivier Aubin-Mercier podcast. OAM is a lightweight UFC fighter from Quebec who went on a low-key long win streak but then lost three in a row and got cut from the organization. It’s a bit unlucky given that all three guys then went to do good things, which makes the losses age well, but now he’s fighting for a B-league called PFL which has some kind of tournament format and a chance to win a million-dollar prize. He’s won his two fights there, so things are looking up. I’ve listened to a lot of episode of his podcast, he’s hilarious and down to Earth and always has funny and endearing stories about the behind-the-scenes of the fight game. On one of the episodes I listened to, he had a guest on, a fellow Quebec prizefighter named Jade Masson-Wong, who makes money selling nude and scantily-clad pictures on OnlyFans and just got signed to BKFC. BKFC has adopted a very strange strategy, getting a lot of “marketable” female fighters to bring eyes on their bloody bare-knuckle boxing fights.

I had a few minutes left before freedom so I put on a 7-minute EP by grindcore band No/Más. It was spectacular. I get a lot of grindcore recommended to me through Facebook, I’ll queue it up for the next few days in the office.

I went home and took a quick nap before going to BJJ practice. My leg was still all kinds of fucked up and I was hesitating, but ended up going, so that if the Chinese kickboxer douchebag is there, he won’t see that I’m skipping class and think I’m a pansy. Petty, I know, and then I told myself I shouldn’t give a fuck about what he thinks and just do it for me. And it turns out it was a great idea; it was still very sore and I would cringe if my partners would merely touch the outside of my thigh, but the exercise loosened it and it felt much better afterwards. We drilled half-guard passes and rolled three rounds before calling it a night.

I got back home, ate R n’ S, drank beer, watched John Doyle and Internet Comment Etiquette videos, did my laundry and went to bed.