Chapter 283

I woke up after a night of deep sleep, and looked at the time. Noon. I needed a lot of sleep I guess.

I was only slightly hungover, but my legs felt like rubber. I ate fried rice and relaxed, watching YouTube videos about combat sports. One of them intrigued me, it was about an unsanctioned fight organisation based in Sweden called King Of The Streets, with extremely gritty and brutal bare-knuckle fights on a concrete floor in a warehouse somewhere. It makes MMA and even BKB in a ring look like child’s play, but there’s still a referee (usually wearing a bandana or a ski mask!), sportsmanship shown between the goons who take part in those disturbing fight clubs, and a high production value. I looked them up, a lot of their videos have hundreds of thousands of views, and they even do PPVs. The fighters seem decently trained, and many of them are hooligans from different European soccer clubs. Hooligan culture is absolutely insane.

Digging a bit more, I saw that one of their fighters is from France, and there’s a French-language documentary about him that was very intriguing, based on the trailer. I went to the video-hosting website and wanted to pay the 5-euro membership to have access to the doco, but I got denied, since my internet service provider isn’t in France. What the hell? They hate money? I never understood all those regional restrictions on streaming platforms. I have 5 euros, and I want to see the doco, and maybe some others on their website. Why they don’t let me?!

In the late afternoon I dragged myself through ominous windy weather to the Church of Iron. The 5% hangover I had subsided after a few sets of bench press, and I felt great. Then I rode to the bullfrog restaurant for a romantic dinner, we gorged ourselves on amphibian meat and other nice side dishes. I reiterate, life is good. Thus ended my single day off before going back to the grind.